Pathway of Memory

From The Electrifying Conclusion, 19 March, 2328 hrs, Jalalabad Air Field, Afghanistan.

Step outside for a cigarette. The wind that brings clouds and takes them. Smoke standing on the back steps. High full moon through the loft dust. On the towers and the buildings a light a bit yellow, from the moon shiroi, and flashing green to pass. Lights in darkness. The Chinook that first borne me away from here. Seat by the gunner, wind strong like now that beats the tent alive, like wings struggling to fly, and as we flew, looking down at the base at night, the cluster of lights in darkness.

The ships at sea, just clusters of light in darkness. To vault over the gunwale, lose myself in that great expanse. The separateness of them, of the little things that live and grow in the desert that she loves. Close my eyes, and the nicotine makes me feel cold, water in the sea cold, the wind rocks me in waves.


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