Family.
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
with.
Yet another fear.
I no longer know that
family.
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-
maculate.
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.
Addendum:
My dad knew, before I got back,
but admitted he didn't want to
believe it.
To this day, it's not spoken of.
Regards,
Lex
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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.
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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 ..now.
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