Impulsive Eyes

The Mission

"Prepare to mount!" , commanded chief Spruill.

"Prepared to mount ma'am", we answered.

" Mount!", Chief shouts as if needed to be respected.

"Mounting ma'am", we obeyed and executed the command.

Chief, with her coarse voice, told us to "adjust" and we acceded, rustling our sheets to cover us up like good little girls for a nights rest, or so it was assumed. I layed in my bunk heart racing with excitement, anticipating on the events about to come, when chief turned the top decks lights off. I strapped on my shoes undetected and hid the evidence under the sheets, resembling the sounds of crippled up paper every time I moved. For the fear of a cadre observing my actions, I proceeded to move around as if trying to find a "good position" to doze for the night, considering it's easy to mask. Finding a location on my stomach, I made my face absent from the cadre's lit office,avoiding suspicion, as I grabbed my sweats from underneath my rack. I put them on, discreetly, and turned my head upright to gain a visual of others ready to leave. The initial plan was to wait until chief traveled to the bottom deck to escape without a trace, or name, to find us. The truth our eyes were speaking the cadres would have known of our mischief, however their ignorance made them dismissive. One set of eyes had spread the the news to the mouth and body of Cadet Adams; her response was impulsive. As if awoken from a nightmare, she skyrocketed out of bed and whispered intensely,with a devilish smile, "LET'S GO!" She jolted out towards the back hatch leading the way towards freedom,I followed; behind me was Cadet Gurney, Norman, Criswell, and Maddox.

Electricity swam through my body as I run with the wind massaging my scalp,and using its long fingers to combing my hair. The nostalgic feeling of freedom increased my eagerness to eliminate from my visual point- of-view: the indigenous military lifestyle and the unideal respect my roommates displayed amongst us. We were criminals in the night; running and hiding in the dark shadows and from anyone who tried sabotaging our night. Maddox, a stocky cadet whose gender is unrecognizable when acquainted, was panting heavily and rested in the shadows of the 2nd and 5th platoon barracks. Physically incapable escapee's usually have looser lips and are a threat to criminal society; I knew I had to rescue her. The natural sounds of the sweet mildew grass squeaking beneath my shoes, when I ran, were disturbed by a phantom's stern voice; I lurked behind an unidentified object in the shadows alongside with the phantom and Maddox. Melancholy besieges the moonlight air, parallel to the agonizing regret I felt after leaving Maddox, a fallen comrade, behind with the stranger .

I caught up with the girls and kept their pace crossing the giant grass field, which takes up the majority of the camp site. During that time, we ran and covered in the dark field every time a translucent light headed our way. The nights cool breeze did not help lower the extension of sweat our bodies was producing, but increased it leaving us to drown in our own substance. We reached the end of the field that lead us to a forested path leaving us in awe by its hooded black shadows masking what lies beyond; we held each other's hands and charged at its unknown darkness fearlessly.

Inside the black hooded shadows, soft whisking and whooshing was our only sense of direction, until we drew closer. The path took off its blindfolds from our eyes allowing us to distinguish our new surroundings. The loudness of turbulent roars and crashes became untenable, so was the salty savoriness on our tongues and the back of our throats. A weight lifted off our shoulders and Cadets Adams, Norman, Gurney, Criswell and I exhausted our reliefs with extreme animation and joy, we had arrived at our destination; the beach. Adams, Norman, and myself celebrated by plunging ourselves into the icy salty pool of death, while as Criswell and Gurney lionized their escape with inappropriate embracing and tongue movements.

Our successful achievement only satisfied our sinful souls; gluttony was our achilles heel. Since we broke a major rule that could get us terminated, we decided to take our adventure completly off campus territory, for we knew this was probably our last night for irreligious fun. Our next objective was to be jubilate in the city.