SailorA Story by braylin smith
you sailed across the equator. earned your right to call yourself a sailor and gained your tattoos. you have seen China, Japan, India, England, Italy, Iraq. you have been a leader to some men who are know older the 18 but show so much love for this country that it amazes you. you have flown machines of power built for destroying cities (and thank god you have never had to drop that power)
but the only thing keeping you at sea is that contract collecting dust in some filing cabinet. on the outside your uniform is crisp and clean. inside, you wither away as you count the days till your feet hit american soil. your family tells you how much they love you and how proud they are of you but in the end you wish you could actually be there in person to hear them say it. you wish you could have been their to see you son born. At the end or the day though, coming home in your dress blues, manning the deck with your fellow sailors; it fills you with pride. to see your wife waiting just behind the fence, first in line, with your son who holds a welcome home sign; it makes everything worth it. it reminds you why you do this time and time again. the pride you see on your sons face, the tears in your wife's eyes; it makes everything worth it. © 2013 braylin smithReviews
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1 Review Added on December 19, 2013 Last Updated on December 19, 2013 Authorbraylin smithorono, MEAbout18, going to university of Maine and majoring in psychology. writing is my hobby and something i'm proud of. more..Writing
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