Page 11 - December Magazine
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wedged between two of my radios. I looked over in the corner, a
Panic, I worried someone had young Soldier in the targeting
bumped a radio, disorganized my section, assigned to night shift; a blue
stack of operation orders or tripped a and yellow stocking cap on his head.
power cord; somehow disrupted the He stared back, as I eyed him
delicate harmony I had cultivated in curiously. Out of uniform, he quickly
my world of suck. I scanned the ripped it off. “Where’d you get that?”
space, an instant rage at the person I asked.
who dared enter my pit. “Umm,” nervous, as though I
Once I realized everything was in might chew him out. “Care package,
working order, nothing else was out Sir. Everyone got one.”
of place and the sky wasn’t falling, I The thought, ‘Who the @#$@’s
dumped the bag out onto the table: been in my pit?!’ ran through my
candy and tipped cigars, a simple mind, then quickly faded. “Cool.” I
card that read “Merry Christmas.” put my stocking cap on and sat back
What stood out most, was a stocking down; a clear look of relief in his
cap, dark red and green horizontal eyes As is sit here typing, the dark
stripes. I flipped it inside out, no tags, red and green stocking cap on my
thoughtfully hand-knit; only an end head, I remember five year ago when
of yarn, where nimble fingers had I felt alone. Whoever you are, thank
expertly snipped and finish their you.
work.
Panic, I worried someone had young Soldier in the targeting
bumped a radio, disorganized my section, assigned to night shift; a blue
stack of operation orders or tripped a and yellow stocking cap on his head.
power cord; somehow disrupted the He stared back, as I eyed him
delicate harmony I had cultivated in curiously. Out of uniform, he quickly
my world of suck. I scanned the ripped it off. “Where’d you get that?”
space, an instant rage at the person I asked.
who dared enter my pit. “Umm,” nervous, as though I
Once I realized everything was in might chew him out. “Care package,
working order, nothing else was out Sir. Everyone got one.”
of place and the sky wasn’t falling, I The thought, ‘Who the @#$@’s
dumped the bag out onto the table: been in my pit?!’ ran through my
candy and tipped cigars, a simple mind, then quickly faded. “Cool.” I
card that read “Merry Christmas.” put my stocking cap on and sat back
What stood out most, was a stocking down; a clear look of relief in his
cap, dark red and green horizontal eyes As is sit here typing, the dark
stripes. I flipped it inside out, no tags, red and green stocking cap on my
thoughtfully hand-knit; only an end head, I remember five year ago when
of yarn, where nimble fingers had I felt alone. Whoever you are, thank
expertly snipped and finish their you.
work.
