There were some not-so-amazing parts, of course. Homecomings are always a waiting game, and gloomy clouds mixed with scattered showers do not a gleeful (or dry) photographer make. As soon as my clients arrived, however, all of that changed. Of course, there was still rain, but suddenly there was a reason for me to embrace it, to run in it, to relish it. And when the soldiers arrived and the rain cleared, all the mud and wet and cold in the world couldn't keep them from smiling.












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