Day After

      I am in Bagram Air Base and it is the day after Christmas. I don't want to be here today. I want to be home with my girl, my dogs and my TV. We work everyday at the Red Cross and this will be 53 straight days of work. It would be nice to cast a fly line or swing a golf club. I've got 2 1/2 hours before I go to the hospital and walk through the ICU. Those people really don't want to be here. They will be off to Germany in the next 24 hours and some will be going all the way back to Walter Reed or Bethesda or Brooks Medical Center. Their lives have all taken a sharp turn and not for the better.
    Here we are all footnotes to some history book in the making. Joy is fleeting. It might come in a pick-up game of basketball or revealed in a movie or a book. There are enough men and women over here that someone is falling in love. Life is a little closer to the bone.
     I don't get the news or much TV so I don't hear the debate or the noise. Besides, the people that argue and form policy are all too distant. They appear to be more like the Gods that toy with us from the surrounding peaks.
     Christmas is the birth, and Easter is the Resurrection. Christ rising from the dead. This is something to ponder. All of Christianity hinges on this miracle. I wonder if he will make happened this year.


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