I Opened a .mil Email the Night My Family Buried Me Alive

received. Records preserved. Travel safe, Lieutenant.

I looked out at the mountains getting smaller behind us.

In the seat beside me was my duffel, the selection packet, and a uniform folded sharp enough to cut your thumb.

No family photos.

No messages I still needed to answer.

Just the road opening up.

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