A few weeks ago as I was walking from my car to the office, something happened. I don't know what triggered it, a smell, a sound or the storm clouds in the sky. It only lasted a few seconed but left the feeling of pain deep within. I then went to my desk and wrote this.
Sand
As I walked, the sidewalk faded to sand, I could feel it crushing beneath the soles of my boots like so many years ago.
Then the smells and sounds of hill 13/69 came rushing back.
I could see the tents, the men, the smoke rising from the sand in the distance staining the sky, and I could hear the noises and smell the things that haunt my dreams.
I looked down and could see my boots on the sidewalk, the sand was gone along with the smells and sounds, but was I home? Would I ever really be home?