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[cigana]

A voice breaks the silence for two minutes in the middle of the night. A rushed call with rushed words that I do not recall from my nyquil, flu induced slumber; but I am sure they were dripping with sweetness and I am sure I said I miss you and now I drive home from work to the quiet, empty mountains, to my quiet life and I'll sit for the weekend

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[quietchylde]

i hear you on that. as wonderful as the phone calls are, they make the emptiness afterwards feel even emptier... until the next call, anyway.

hope you're feeling better soon.

[cigana]

I think that the most comforting thing about it is that at leats we're all not alone. . .everyone associated with the Marine Corps has felt the same thing and somehow that makes the emptiness a little less violent.