The sky was lit with a thousand stars, shining like candles, so far up in that vacuous darkness, it made the distance seem like nothing, compared with the aching longing to be back home; which seemed aeons away by comparrison.
Sea, deserts and mountains blockaded the way back, as if by unseen powers, guarding over the men,reminding them in their dreams that they were lost to everything that had once been their real lives. Not a single reprieve in sleep or in waking from the silent dispair that comes from longing.
Sometimes a dreamer's mind can be so lucid that there is a continual episode which replays night after night with the' One' longed for, easing in and out of the frame, pressing against the narrowing lense, getting farther and farther away until they are eventually in appearance, disfigured. The aching sweat from being unable to hold on to the picture within the mind, long enough before it dissolves in to nothingness, is painful beyond physical expression. The stress on the muscles, taught like elastic bands as they make their disclaim to the heart's whisper for Love.
A far away explosion distracts, much like the hum of an over head plane on a clear day, but he mind eventually numbs it out, deciding, before it even reaches awareness, that it is insignficant. Every gun shot fired alerts the body in to a responsive mode, even when the mind is still re~assessing, grappling through the orderly files until it accesses the one marked 'Act',' in real time', there is seldom a delay.
Fact: I am a British Soldier Serving in Afghanistan.
Fact: 13.4.1992 which makes me 18 years old.
Fact: My name is Daniel Thomas Carr.
The response is so immediate it wakes up the body before the mind has even had time to leave the side of the' One' longed for and side steps away from the dream. Crickets in the long grasses chirp their chorus as the dawn raids.