I am writing a story of my time spent in Desert Storm. This is nothing more than my thoughts and my memories. I plan to do nothing with this other than keep it as a story to pass to my children and family. I thought I would share it with my online family here. It is not meant to be grammatically correct or competitive with anything or anyone else. It is just thoughts from my heart such as they are. Read it if you like, but please, I am not asking for critisism, I know I am not a good writer so I am not looking for corrections. I am looking for feedback about my life however, so any response would be great. I will post more of my story as I write it offline. Thanks for reading if indeed you do.
From the comfort of the darkness I stood watch on a chilly night in a strange land. The distant roar of flying engines was constant as our own released damnation upon those foolish enough to test our might. My friend and co-foxhole mate was absently humming a song that must have been from his childhood. My thoughts meandered back to my own prepubescent years; back to a time when the days of summer seemed to last a lifetime and the wrought iron resolve of my Father never failed to lend strength to my courage.
“Why did you do that?” I asked Eddie, my best friend, after he slapped me on my sun burnt shoulder. He looked at me and grinned, which made me wonder why the Hell was he my best friend anyway? He always was a sore loser, and I think my 200 plus game trophy I had won earlier in the day during our preteen bowling league competition was sour grapes to him for some reason. Oh he had won a trophy for best three game total himself, but I guess my own rare accomplishment softened his thunder somewhat. He had many such trophies where as this was my first, he seemed to dislike it when I did something better or even equal to him. Oh at the bowling alley he was all grins and congratulations, he could not seem jealous in front of everyone else, but when we were alone it was different. He never said so, but his actions spoke volumes on my mind. I felt kind of sorry for him though and he remained my good friend for a very long time.
FROM THE COMFORT OF THE SHADOWS
From the comfort of the darkness I stood watch on a chilly night in a strange land. The distant roar of flying engines was constant as our own released damnation upon those foolish enough to test our might. My friend and co-foxhole mate was absently humming a song that must have been from his childhood. My thoughts meandered back to my own prepubescent years; back to a time when the days of summer seemed to last a lifetime and the wrought iron resolve of my Father never failed to lend strength to my courage.
“Why did you do that?” I asked Eddie, my best friend, after he slapped me on my sun burnt shoulder. He looked at me and grinned, which made me wonder why the Hell was he my best friend anyway? He always was a sore loser, and I think my 200 plus game trophy I had won earlier in the day during our preteen bowling league competition was sour grapes to him for some reason. Oh he had won a trophy for best three game total himself, but I guess my own rare accomplishment softened his thunder somewhat. He had many such trophies where as this was my first, he seemed to dislike it when I did something better or even equal to him. Oh at the bowling alley he was all grins and congratulations, he could not seem jealous in front of everyone else, but when we were alone it was different. He never said so, but his actions spoke volumes on my mind. I felt kind of sorry for him though and he remained my good friend for a very long time.
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“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton