90 days.

I was told. Make 90 days.
If so, better chance of going Home.

Home. Jesus. What a thought.

Home.

I look at the FNG. Tell him, 90 days.

Home. So far away. Why do I think
about home ?

Latest FNG took a free ride Home.
So easy.
Why do I cry at night ?

They look at me, like I know the
answers.

I cry less.

Three new FNG's. Two are OK.
One, I know is going Home.

(19 months have passed)

Make 90 days, they tell me.

Yeah, right. A car back-fires.
I jump.

90 days.

They say it so casual.
But, so did I.

90 days. Jesus.

The second 90 days are worse.

If this makes sense, Kudo's.

Regards,
Lex

Pain is fear leaving the body....and courage is not the absence of fear...but acting in spite of it. At present...the kudos go to you. <3

Powerful, poignant, personal. Heart wrenching Lex, very heart wrenching.

[edit on 13-9-2007 by GAOTU789]