4th of july. today is a day we remember as the day we, americans, got their independence. i could blog about the fireworks, or the bbq, or the beach, or just a few paragraphs about the past and how independence day came to be. the truth is that i don’t want to, because i have something better to write about. something that is closer to me then america. something. someone. Hiromi and I spent our last day/night together and our feelings for each other poured through our hearts and into each other’s eyes as we gazed at each other. i felt a surge of emotion rush through my body that i didn’t know could be summoned. titillation from her finger tips seemed to have numb me all over. i couldn’t move. i was so still; so motionless. i didn’t want it to end. i couldn’t let it end. we were at gate 1 on camp kinser and the world seem to come to a halt as i realized that this is the last time for a long time that i will smell, see, hear and feel her. i exited the car. looked at the gate with the lonely guard standing outside with the one light on top exposing only himself and the small shack. i felt a cold air blow my spirts down, but they quickly recovered as soon as i turned around to look at the girl of my life again. her eyes red and teary. her smile, lips shaking, hands nervously moving about the steering wheel. my heart stopped with this image. i felt the lump the size of a lung in my throat. i couldn’t breathe, my eyes teared up, suddenly drops began to form and spill from the corners of my eyes. i tried to speak, but couldn’t..what was wrong with me? i quickly ragained myself and spoke the last words to her…i shut the door and turned around. i began to walk away and couldn’t help but think what if she is calling for me? what if she is waving for me to come back? i turned around and she was pulling out. i stood there and watched her take the last corner and what would be my final glimpse of her. she waves, and i wave back. she left, and i turned around. outloud as if i was on a speaker phone and she was on the other end, i mumbled the words… “good bye Hiromi.”
america, freedom, independence, the flag…these are what people think we go to war for, these are the things we have in our minds as we fight our enemies, the other men and women sworn to defend themselves against us. someone who is living and breathing like i am. before, i would do anything for anyone in war. i didn’t have much to live for or come back to. this was when i first joined. alot has changed now. i do have someone to come home to now. someone to make a future with. someone who loves me back as much as i loved them, and that hasn’t changed. no matter what happens here or there, i will make it back for her. i will make it back. I Love You Hiromi.