I TOLD THE INTERNET FIRST—BEFORE I EVEN TOLD MY MOM
I don’t think I’ve slept more than two hours a night in the past week. Not because of the noise—though yeah, the base is never really quiet—but because of the waiting. Every rumor, every whisper about early returns made my stomach twist. I kept refreshing that damn app like it was going to suddenly tell me I could pack my duffel and go. Then this morning, 0400 sharp, the CO called my name. Just my name. No context. I thought I’d messed something up. My boots were half-laced when I ran across the lot. But she looked me dead in... Continues…
