It was almost time to wake.
The smell of coffee seeped through the door to the hut.
As I stood my post,
All of my sleeping fellows behind me,
I felt empty.
It was an emptiness that enveloped, and consumed
me as if a fog had rolled in over my soul.
Despite the rovers pacing the highway
as they counted seabags, footlockers, rifles, and recruits in their racks
all secure,
I still felt alone.
I read her letter
one
more
time,
wishing,
hoping
that it would somehow fill the void
she had left
me with in those two letterless weeks.
I read her words,
I read our song,
the music still ringing in my ears.
I could smell her moisturizer on her silken skin.
mango. it filled my mind so much that I could feel her pressed against me,
drenched in sweat as we lay naked in her bed.
THUD!
My log book slammed on the desk, jolting
me back to reality
from the glorious delusion in which I had become entrapped.
I looked up at my furious Drill Instructor,
the faintest hint of a smug smirk creeped across my face.
Suddenly, I praised the injury I had so often cursed.
A broken home, and a broken dream
saved me from my own indescretion.
I reported my post and fell
back into despair.
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