Bus Ride
As the trees pass by I think of the upcoming leave and the upcoming mission. Will I still feel out of place even though this will be my last trip home? As the bus bounces and rolls down the highway I think of my new family, the one that has by now completely replaced the one I am returning to see. I hope all make it home safe and return. It is as if the concern for them is greater than the concern for my real family. I want all of the family to be there when we leave.
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