After hours of relentlessly memorizing the steps of the
enemy’s compound, the exhausted men lay on their cots asleep. A symphony of
unique ringtones set to be alarm clock tones, wake them. One by one, the men begin to stir. They groan
and reach for their phones to silence them.
“Mom, I don’t want to go to school today.” Ty jests as he
reaches for his phone.
They roll out of their cots and begin to get dressed. With
bags packed, the men are almost ready.
They sit on the edge of their cots, lacing up their boots.
Their attention is drawn to the door as a soft knock reaches their ears. They
watch the door slowly open. Tracy appears in the doorway, her uniform perfectly
starched, as always.
“Boys, wheels up in one hour!” She informs the unit as they
make their final preparations.
Turning to leave, Ty looks at the empty cot where Jayce had
been sleeping, the bedding is neatly folded at the foot.
“Hey, anyone seen where Jayce went?” He questions.
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