attention! column left....MARCH!

[dopetastic]

Daddy's girl paces, listening to Sgt. Wardox give the news. We just got transferred,  this is bullshit. They said he wasn't going. Less than a fucking month to prepare!? Still, he didn't complain. Took it in stride, stayed calm and understanding. Alexander will be a year old when he gets home. Jade will be six. Everyone tried hard not to acknowledge that he was leaving. Still, this morning when the time came to drive to base - everyone felt it. Upbeat, all smiles and "i love yous" - our hearts were feeling the weight of the changes soon to come. He looked so strong. So ready. I helped him take everything out of the car, unload it next to all of the other soldiers belongings. I got to hold his gun, it was so heavy. I felt like a little kid holding that gun, so big and so full of power. It felt like we waited for hours, still that wasn't long enough. The bus came too soon. Daddy looked ready, he looked ready. I knew he wasn't. I could tell the way he held my moms hand just a little longer. He looked so strong, so confident. Ready for war. I knew better. Knew when he hugged me, held me a little tighter. Knew by the way he kissed my forehead, like it was the last time he'd have the chance. I tried hard to fight the tears. Felt my eyes water, felt the heat roll over my face. I tried hard to look a little strong for my mom, for my sisters. I knew what would happen if one of us started to cry. He turned his head, looked towards the bus. Tried to be strong for me. I wiped his quiet tears without a word. Told him he'd be home before he knew it. We all know sometimes a lie can ease the pain. Not when no one believes it.

Bush, i'ld like to see your assassination.  I'll buy first row tickets....