Day 162

This might be the last installment of this piece. I'm not entirely sure.

Soldier (part 4)

The days were filled
With daily chores,
Like any other job.
We toiled.
We maintained.
We waited.
The task of running an army was unending.
The days long.
The satisfactions few.

Strangers became family
While family became strangers.
The familiar routine of home.
The smell of a Christmas tree,
A walk to a friends house,
An afternoon bike ride that lasted until dinner,
All distant memories.
Replaced by the new routine of our new home.
A 6am formation.
An ironed uniform.
A morning march.
The occasional prying eyes of a general's inspection.

Normal
Fall in.
Friends made
Friends lost
Attention.
Love found
Love broken
Dress right dress.
Day in
Day out
Forward march.
Normal.

We no longer feared anything.
We had each other.