Day: 134 Airport

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--Kevin-

LOC: Camp Able, Formally FOB Able

"So you're leaving?" Mark asks me as we sit and eat in the DFAC.

"On con leave so I'm coming back." I respond after swallowing a mouth full of food.

"Shit.. How long?" He chewed his food.

"Until my leg gets better I guess. I haven't been able to patrol that well with you guys and I'm still in pain so I guess I need to see a doctor back in the states. So a good month or so." I stared down at my tray.

"Well I wish you luck, man. Probably a lot better than this shit-hole. But if I was you, I would miss the action." he chuckled, I joined in.

"Can you take me with you?" Jonathan popped in.

"Don't worry Jonathan, this war will make you tougher than you are right now. You'll get used to it, hopefully by the time I get back here." I laugh.

We continue to eat our meals for the rest of our chow period. I walk to our platoon barracks with Mark and Jonathan, sitting on my bed and hanging out.

"Private First Class Blade?" The Company Commander, Captian Zios, called out in the barracks.

"Room Atten-TION!" Mark called. We stood up at attention and Mark turned to the Commander, rendering a salute.

"Good afternoon, sir" He said firm.

"Carry on." The Commander saluted back and dropped his arm before Mark.

"Here sir, moving sir!" I shouted and ran up to the Commander.

"Here's your packet. You are cleared for con leave and we will be transporting you to the airport so you can get back to the states. Pack your personal shit and anything you wanna take with you, I don't care. Your dates and times are in the packet. I wish you luck, soldier. Get your leg fixed." The commander handed me my packet and I shook his hand.

The Commander walked out of the barracks as Mark an Jonathan walked up to me.

"When ya' leaving?" Mark asked.

"Checking.." I said while skimming through the paperwork, finding my flight itinerary.

"I leave.. Today at 15:34." I read off the itinerary.

"So in about 3 hours?" Jonathan asked

"Yep. What do you guys want to do?" I said while stuffing the paper back in the yellow file packet.

"Lets just hangout, talk.. Last time we actually did that was when we were at Basic, after getting smoked for hours." Mark smirked.

I start packing my things while Mark and Jonathan helped and talked.

"You got a pass that no-one has, Kevin. You're a lucky son of a' bitch." Mark laughed.

"Yeah, I know. But I'm coming back.. just got to make a few stops first before I get treatment."

"Gotta see your girl first." Mark lied down on the bunk beside me.

"Absolutely, well.. not exactly girl."

"Hmm? Then who?" Make sat up as Jonathan for closer to me with the same confused look mark displayed.

"My mate isn't really a 'girl'. It's a guy." I finally tell them after knowing them for some time. They look at me awestruck.

"Whoa whoa, wait what?" Mark's confused look worsened.

"Yeah, I'm bisexual."

"Shit, I never even knew! You're the straightest person I know!" Mark practically shouted.

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