Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
HOMECOMING BY MIGUEL HIDALGO What lasts forever? Does love? forever.... Not even forever the dust-caked, tired body, yet there they were, seeking, always seeking—searching the clear horizon, and never seeming to find what they sought. The horse moved faster now. They were nearing a river be welcome on tired bodies and dry throats. He spurred his horse, the horse. Then both man and horse plunged headlong into the waiting and the man lay down on the yellow sand of the river bank to sleep. the coffee he had found in one of the ruined cities. He brought water from the river in the battered coffee-pot he had salvaged, and while he waited for it to boil, he went to his horse, Conqueror, stroking his mane and whispering in his ear. Then he led him silently to a grassy slope where he hobbled him and left him for the night. But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible files, wherein are kept all thoughts, past, present, and future.... It was the night before he was to go overseas. World War III had been declared, and he had enlisted, receiving his old rank of captain. He was with his wife in the living room of their home. They had put the children to bed—their sons—and now sat on the couch, watching the blazing fire. It was then that he had showed it to her. "I've got something to tell you, and something to show you." He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry of surprised joy. "Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!" she cried in her rich, happy voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body. "It's for you so long as you wear it, I'll come back, even from the dead, if need be. Read the inscription." She held the ring up to the light and read aloud, "It is forever." Then she had slipped the ring on her finger and her arms around him. He held her very close, feeling the warmth from her body flowing into his and making him oblivious to everything except that she was there in he had been many times before but each time found something new and unexplored, some vastly different emotion he could never quite explain. "Wait!" she cried. "I've something for you, too." She took off the locket she wore about her neck and held it up to the shimmering light, letting it spin at the end of its chain. It caught the shadows of the fire and reflected them, greatly magnified, over the it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet, sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a little bulge under his uniform, and the touch of it seemed to warm the blood in his veins. Three days later they had landed in Spain, merged with another the threat of annihilation by the retaliation forces had been too great. He had done well in the war, and had been decorated many times for bravery in action. Now he felt the victory that seemed to be in the air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer. "Heavy bombers!" The alarm had sounded, and the men had headed for reflecting a blinding light. They were bound for bigger, more important if any, had returned. Too much blood and life were on their hands. Those who had remained alive had found a resting place on the crown They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to Yet these remnants of an army must return—or at least try. Their exodus was just beginning. Somehow he had managed to hold together the few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him. They had started the long trek. Throughout Europe anarchy reigned. He and his men were alone. All they could do now was fight. Finally they had commandeered a small yacht, and they had taken to the sea. After months of storms and bad luck, they had been shipwrecked and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the In time he had traveled north until he reached the Rio Grande. He had leaving to those once great fertile stretches, nothing but the sad, He had been on the trail for a long time. His food was nearly exhausted. The mountains were just beginning, and he hoped to find food And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it remained there a long time—how long he could not tell, for he could only measure time by the cycles of the sun and the moon. Finally he had taken the horse, the rifle and what food was left, and once again started the long journey home. The farther north he went, the more life seemed to have survived. He But he knew he was closer now. Closer to home. He recognized the land. How, he did not know, for it was much changed. A sensing, perhaps, of what it had once been. He could not be more than two days' ride away. Once he was through this desert, he would find her, he would be with her once again all would be well, and his long journey would be over. The images faded. Even memory slept in a flow of warm blood. Body and He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of body, he plunged into the cold water, deep down, until he thought his every pore. He dried himself and dressed. Conqueror was eating the long He would ride all day and the next night. And he would be home. burning stream within his body. But day at last gave way to night, and He turned quickly away and did not look back. he was home he would build new furniture, and the house would be even better than it had been before. Then he saw her. like a restless child in sleep, then moved from the chair to the pile found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching. one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if trying to decipher some inscription inside it. He knew then. He had come home. shriveled by thirst. He grasped the doorknob and clung to it, looking kind of fear he had never known. He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby "Nothing is forever!" He thought he had shouted the words, but only a thin sound, the sound of leaves ruffled by the wind, came back to him. He closed the locket and fastened the clasp, and hung it on the doorknob. It moved slowly in the wind, back and forth, like a pendulum. "Forever—forever. Only death is forever." He could have sworn he heard He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the Conqueror trotted away, the sound of his hooves echoing hollowly in the

<question>:
Why does the protagonist want to get back to his wife?

<options>:
A He promised that he would return home after the Americans won the war.
B He promised that his love is “forever” and that he would return from the war.
C He promised that his love is “forever” and that he would take her to Europe once the war ended.
D He promised that he would return the locket she lent him for the war.

<answer>:

B