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Going Home, part 3

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posted on Dec, 9 2007 @ 03:46 PM

What an odd concept.

I'm leaving the only
family I've known for
the past 2 years, to go
see the one I grew up

Yet another fear.

I no longer know that

Worse, they no longer
know me.

Another tarmac.
Another urge to vomit.

I supress it.
I see them.
I steel myself.

My dad is first. He looks
me up and down.
My dress greens are im-

He reaches out to shake
my hand.

I hold out the stripes taken
from me.

He looks at the E-4 rank on
my greens.

He sobs and hugs me.

I drop the stripes and hug him.

We both cry.

A small part of me is Home.

My dad knew, before I got back,
but admitted he didn't want to
believe it.

To this day, it's not spoken of.


posted on Dec, 9 2007 @ 03:50 PM
Although not responding, ive been reading all of your stories...for the simple reason that they are easy to read. You seem to know how low the attention-span of the average ATS reader is so youve achieved to find a style that compresses intense emotion and meaningfulness into just a few words rather than senselessly drawing things out.

posted on Dec, 9 2007 @ 04:33 PM
Lex..Starred and flagged..for the courage to post.Yes..courage is not the absence of fear..but acting in spite of it.
I agree with Skyfloating..(Wow!)
You need very few words to get your point across.
Complete raw emotion.
Keep writing.
As will I.I can do that

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