We're skipping along the foot path, ice creams in hand, the icy smell of cold vanilla filling our nostrils. She squints her eyes and and her eyebrows levitate towards her golden hair. Distracted ,she trips and falls and rolls over laughing on the emerald green grass. She laughs. I laugh.
I've played this memory over and over in my head a thousand times. This is the happiest memory I have and it's whats been keeping me going these last few months. You have to have something to keep you going, something to fight for, when you hear what I hear and see what I see everyday.
"john there's a phone call for you here. It's from Ireland" the lieutenant said butchering my native nations name with his Texas drawl. Still even his terrible rendition of my home land's name was music to my ears. I was desperate to hear an Irish accident to brake up all the yanks. I bounded towards the receiver maybe a bit too enthusiastically as I received a few stairs on my way but with phone coverage being what it was in the middle of the desert in the middle east I didn't care as my desperation trumped my fear of what my fellow officers thought of me.