BellonaRose

It's been awhile since I have attended my church. Chaos. Drama. Church politics. They kept me away because instead of hearing the message all I saw was the duality of the members and the Pastor. I sit quietly in the last pew in the back corner secluded and hidden from the members always invisible to everyone... but you. I find myself as an outcast of the church. Since I began attending no one spoke to me, welcomed me or even in general took notice. I attended for 2 years and no one would miss me on the rare occasion that I might miss a Sunday. I tried to become involved but found myself not only outside but despised. But you. You are the ex

I have been stuck in this damn hospital for far too long. I know that today one of my men is being buried. Staff Sergeant Scott M Blake. They have tried to downplay it a bit. You know how those Corpsman are. But of all the funerals I must attend, I will attend this one. "I have to go." "No, you're not well enough yet." The Lieutenants voice spoke softly from the other side of the room. I ignored him for a moment as I let my fingers remember for me. Fingers moving across my uniform as it hangs in the closet. If I take the time I can still see. I can see the pressed uniform, how the brass shines in the sunlight, the ribbons that decorate my c