Random reflection -

February 17, 2018

You get used to hearing your team in your ears. Their voices are familiar and welcome like a blanket accompanying you on childhood adventures. The walks chattering about this and that but usually the same age level as when you had a blanky. When you’re trying to be serious with an elder and they’re whispering about trading team members for booze runs to Kandahar. The razor sharp coordination with levity poignantly inserted when possible dissecting enemy like a scalpel.

It all just appears deep in your ears while shaping itself into your soul and then its gone.