Uncertainty hit the chair and uneasiness pulled it under the desk. Eyes fixed on a frame, an imaginary love, a distant life. The reflection of a starry sky through a rear window and a heart broke to pieces. A comet’s tail had circled back on itself, the trail of the past, space rocks on reentry.
Weary arms weakened, tired hands fell. As the pencil was pushed from the page, an imprint was uncovered and hope reclaimed. Revealed by the flickering lamplight, words pressed from a missing note. The reminder of the forgotten – November Yankee, Charlie – and the discovery of long ago – Delta Uniform, Mike Bravo, Oscar.