Christmas decorations lay ripped and deflated upon the browning lawn. I dropped my duffel bag at the doorstep as soft whimpers sounded from within.
He attacked me the moment I opened the door, my combat training no match for his superior strength and determination. He knocked me down. The tile floor chilled me through my fatigues. I struggled in his hold, panting.
I knew it was over when the second attacker arrived.
I did what I would never allow the men under my command to do. I surrendered.
In the tornado of slobbering kisses and wagging tails, I surrendered to love.