The Durand Line

"She’s sitting there in the corner; we haven’t spoken in about 12 days. Green eyes leer at me each time I pass by; leering at me with a knowing that I’ll be coming back soon. Whether I want to or not. Jealous-no- more a quiet confidence that no matter what in several days I’ll be back. A subliminal Siren’s Song calling me to return and smash myself against the razor sharp rocks of combat.
My rucksack. The green illum tape on the frame staring at me from the recess of my garage still covered in Afghan dust.

Her ad hoc family is strung out halfway across the world, due purely to my actions. An overprotective, if oft described plump sister and hardheaded brother. My IBA and ACH are stored in a container in Kuwait. Waiting for that metamorphosis from normal human to combat advisor."
Afghanistan Shrugged