i stand on the hanger floor
as the crowds tickles in
with somber eyes and
tear stained cheeks
i stand there
and watch these people weep
watching as my friends say goodbye
but i can't help it
as i feel nothing
as i laugh internally
knowing my time is next
and no one will cry for me
i start to move
and say to everyone
"I'll see you in week"
and ******** like regular
we crack jokes
about how the year will fly by
flying over afghanistan
and the stupid PT belts we have to wear
i look down at my watch
the seconds drag on
like we're trapped in a vortex
we just can't escape
a voice comes over the P.A system
"5 more mins and then we get the formation started"
as more tears stream down
the faces of family members
i make the rounds to say goodbye
it doesn't hit me
til i walk out the hanger door
i have a week, just seven days
til i am on the other side
watching it allover again
but it will be me
standing in formation
ready to leave
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 12:57 AM UTC
i stand on the hanger floor
as the crowds tickles in
with somber eyes and
tear stained cheeks
i stand there
and watch these people weep
watching as my friends say goodbye
but i can't help it
as i feel nothing
as i laugh internally
knowing my time is next
and no one will cry for me
i start to move
and say to everyone
"I'll see you in week"
and ******** like regular
we crack jokes
about how the year will fly by
flying over afghanistan
and the stupid PT belts we have to wear
i look down at my watch
the seconds drag on
like we're trapped in a vortex
we just can't escape
a voice comes over the P.A system
"5 more mins and then we get the formation started"
as more tears stream down
the faces of family members
i make the rounds to say goodbye
it doesn't hit me
til i walk out the hanger door
i have a week, just seven days
til i am on the other side
watching it allover again
but it will be me
standing in formation
ready to leave
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