North/Northeast Wind ~ 10 knots
Temp: 67F
The winds have brought change to the field of battle. An eerie feeling of storm lingers over the camp. The calm before the lightning and thunder puts everyone on point. Its indiscernible if a flash is from a lone mortar being thrust from its cannon, or the electromagnetic waves that make ground with the earth in a terrifying yet beautiful display.
I over heard one of the infantry men ask his comrade in what sounded like a low growl, "Are you ready to meet your maker?". His companion takes a drag from his cigarette, looks down at his shoes, then at the sky as he winces and replies "You think he's ready to meet me?"
Time will tell. These winds will tell. Either way, I wont sleep content until its over.
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In all honesty, I feel better as the days go by. The calm before the storm is worse then after the storm. Right now, as we speak, the calm in itself is rupturing my ear drums. When silence is so loud you cant bear it any longer. The feeling of hypocrisy is now a memory. Everything has been said. Nothing weighs on me anymore. Better days are on the way. I can see the sun just over the horizon.
Here's to you. Cheers.
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