Note: I started this story without a clue where it would go. Needless to say, it went nowhere. I got distracted with another story as it often happens and realized that this was more of an exercise than anything. The themes of war, bureaucracy, complacency, and pure “bovine stercus” (aka bullshit) are embraced, and continue in my writings.
I had no idea where they had taken her, but I vowed to find her, and I vowed to bring absolute vengeance to those who had hurt her.
“Daniel! Daniel!” She’d holler as soon as I’d walk into Cancun Restaurant. I’d visit every Sunday morning to sit with her and entertain her while her mother worked the busy weekend shift.
After leaving Air Force basic training in San Antonio, I spent the next ten months of my six year enlistment at Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi. There I would be taught my AFSC, Air Force Specialty Code: the art of maintaining, repairing, and installing air traffic control and weather radar. Those days of waking up at 4:30am, shining boots, throwing on the BDU’s, lining up in formation to the sound of reveille, then grabbing breakfast at the chow hall before marching to class, seem more like a movie than a chapter of my own life.