John tried to sit up straight in the hot army truck. The bags around his eyes matched the rest of his platoons’ also. Sleep was very rare for him. Missing his loved one back at home and the never ending attacks, kept sleep away from all of them. His camouflage pants and shirt were heavy, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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