Battered and tired the old soldier looked wistfully to the west. They said it would be an easy war as wars go. And sure enough the enemy that wore a uniform was quickly overwhelmed. Much, however, had changed since Styro-Odysseus began his career as a common soldier.
Victories were no longer clear-cut and the peace was hard to recognize. Nobody could remember what they were fighting for? After many years of trying to win the hearts and minds of the occupied people it was time for Styro-Odysseus to return to the muddy shores of his origin.
He had his country’s thanks, but all the old soldier wanted now was the comfort of his family and familiar surroundings. His valor was now a thing of the past. It would take all of Styro-Odysseus’ remaining energy to walk the distance towards the life he most desired. His armor, shield, and standard that he once wore with pride grew heavier with each passing step. He thought often of the innocence of childhood and green fields.
Along the way, Styro-Odysseus could not help noticing that the country he had risked his life for had fallen into neglect and ruin. In places it looked as though the war had happened here. He could not understand his countrymen’s apathy? He wondered if people still cared?
Rounding a bend by a river, the returning veteran had the oddest sensation that the people had in fact been bewitched and turned into geese. That would explain the poor condition of so much he observed around him.
Meeting fellow travelers along the way Styro-Odysseus learned that much of his beloved land was in a similar condition. The ordinary man had become disillusioned by evil pundits who were masters of instilling fear and preyed upon the best intentions of the good.
Styro-Odysseus had much to think about. It seemed to him that righting the course of his own country might prove to be a greater challenge than fighting a foreign enemy. What force of arms could be used to fight the new enemy that resides within? What could inspire the people and renew the idea of a shared common purpose? While Styro-Odysseus’ mind grew cloudy…his feet kept on walking and soon he reached a familiar path.
Styro-Odysseus was home and he forgot the great weight he carried upon seeing his family. For now, he would set aside his armor and forget the duties of being a soldier for at least a little while. He would try to allow what sweetness that remained in the world to begin the healing process. The old soldier would rest and renew his energy for the next task at hand.




































































