Far From Eden- Part 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story about a young man in the service, that has everyday challenges of life, job (as a Army Infantry Man) and emotions thrust upon him.

Based on a true story.

I awoke to the sound of thunder. I sat up in my bunk and glanced at my watch with my half open eyes....12:15am. I did the math. It would be 4:15pm. back home. Another sound of thunder arose, but it was not raining. It never rained in this God forsaken desert. When i first came to Ft. Virginia almost a year ago, I was fresh out of Ft.Hood. I left there two days before the shoot out that left twelve dead. I suppose you can say I'm one of the privileged. Like the State of Texas, Fort Hood is big and boasts of being the largest active duty armored post in the United States Armed Services.. So i guess you can say its a pretty big deal. I was there for my six weeks of training and was after sent off on my first ever deployment. But Kuwait has not exactly been 'Home sweet home'. Camel spiders the size of your fist, sand blowing in your eyes every time you blink, and no taco bell. Paradise? no. I left behind my family, like most of us in the service do, but I know that they don't see it that way, because they all knew i had to leave.I laid back down on my bunk and closed my eyes. The only sound was the now distant thunder and the wind beating against my tent, making the rhythmic vibrations into a song of the desert. My eyes were closed but i was still wide awake, my mind was spacing out through time trying to buy back the time i had spent when I was away from my family. I was always racing cars, fishing, doing something stupid like jumping on alligators or playing chicken with sharks under a pier at sunset. I joined because i wanted to do something with my life. I knew I was smart and I always thought about doing something military as a kid. But now, I don't know. Its about something different. something bigger than me. Everything is changing, somethings happening. And all of us, my friends, my family, the men and women i work with are all in the middle of it. I glanced at my watch again, the bright green of the face lit up my arm and chest, and now read 12:22am.

I rested my arm back down at my side and took a deep breath in. I put my face in the pillow trying to escape the thoughts I heard in my head repeating themselves. Hopefully tomorrow is better than tonight.


Submitted: April 27, 2011

© Copyright 2022 Micaela Anne Weinzierl. All rights reserved.

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