Canvas bags draping slumped shoulders, buckles digging into tired muscles, nervous fingers losing their sweaty grip every tenth step, I huffed my gear through the crowds of soldiers. Spotting a slightly wooded area to escape the baking sun, the bags almost magnetically pulled themselves towards cover; reaching it they slid off the shoulders with a sigh through puffed cheeks.
Rubbing the burn from sore neck muscles, stretching out the back, and taking in the action all around; I wondered what the day might look like in hindsight, and which one of the souls out there might be a new found friend by day’s end.
A bit nervous of what to expect amid the battle experienced soldiers out there, wonderment gave way to doubt as to whether the ability to even identify with what they have seen allows for friendship.
Finally, two gents approached asking if I was who I was. Confirming it with handshakes, we began chatting as bags were opened and gear pulled out. Opening the case and sitting on a stool, I began to fiddle around on my guitar....
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Rubbing the burn from sore neck muscles, stretching out the back, and taking in the action all around; I wondered what the day might look like in hindsight, and which one of the souls out there might be a new found friend by day’s end.
A bit nervous of what to expect amid the battle experienced soldiers out there, wonderment gave way to doubt as to whether the ability to even identify with what they have seen allows for friendship.
Finally, two gents approached asking if I was who I was. Confirming it with handshakes, we began chatting as bags were opened and gear pulled out. Opening the case and sitting on a stool, I began to fiddle around on my guitar....