A memory cord is struck, as a explosion of noise vibrates my ear drums.
Will she be waiting at the top of the stairs. How will I find her in the medley of those dancing their time away. Worse will she snarl in anger. She is the love of my life, yet our time together is over. I move like a ghost, perhaps that is because I now am a ghost. I knew the army was a risk, but I wanted to build a career for us.
Damned if I can remember being blown up.