Thursday, August 19

DIA 222:

What now? It's been about an hour since the helicopter flew over us and though I'm really tired I can't sleep. It's always a "what if" that comes to mind when I close my eyes. This is torture, pure torture. I have to get some sleep, no one can stay awake this long, it's impossible. The night feels so right that if I didn't know better I wouldn't say we were at war zone. It all looks so peaceful, laying here under the stars and feeling this fresh desert air on my face. The guys will wake me up if anything happens, I gotta get some sleep.

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