Because Saya said I had to.
Random Memories By: David
I remember standing on the deck of my ship, my half burnt cigarette providing one of the seldom moments of solitude, I look out to see the stars but they are masked by a ghostly glow from the oil platforms a few miles off. They are scattered here and there looking like a small army of giants wading in the water holding up torches, as they steal away my one chance for a moment of serenity of being lost in the stars. The soot from the platforms covers everything like a fresh layer of grey depressing snow. I am in a mix of awe that mans ambition can make these giants but I am also pitied by the fact they are made by greed and nothing else. The snow back home was always white and pure; you could always see the stars at home.
I remember walking down a street, not knowing if I have gone here before. All the buildings and roads have the same dusty look as if I am walking through a recurring dream. The streets are crowded but everyone is just out of view. I spot a mother yelling at a child; even though the sounds she speaks mean nothing to me the tone in her voice and the reaction in the childs tell me everything. The child just wants to go out and play, just to run around a little bit and feel the hot sun on his face. The mother will not let her child from her sight because the worse dream of any mother is all to true here. That dream will never become this common back home.
I remember some different time, some different street, full of the smell of sweet and alcohol. I try to hide away in some small bar to sooth my thirst with a cheap beer. Some young woman comes up to me trying to sell me something like everyone else. The only thing she has to sell is her body. She says she is 19 but looking into her eyes I would say 13 or 14. Her eyes hold me, letting me view her very soul. A battle of fears tears her apart. The fear of her sweet innocents being slain in an act of primitive lust, and the fear of not letting her innocents die in that blood so her family can eat. I know the story all to well; its all too common here. The family is beyond poor. When there daughter starts to get that look from men they sell her off to some brothel. From then on the family gets 10% of what ever money she brings into the club. I try to hide back in my beer but the thought in my head that everything here is cheap, even the people, echoes through my head. Life could never be this cheap back home, I hope.
I remember sitting somewhere, I dont remember where or why, all I know is that there are a lot of people around. The men stand out mostly, all cops walking about with sub machine guns. Their eyes alert and dancing around the mall wildly taking in everything, but fear they have missed that one hint that would save everyones life. Their hands cemented to their guns as if it was the only means to salvation. Everyone else you can forget, a common sight, people walking around from shop to shop, complaining about the prices but still handing over the money. The people are carrying bags of things they need or of things they think they need. Even though I try to forget those men with the guns and tell myself that its just another mall and everyone here is normal. The taste of hidden fear seeps through my wall of self dilution. This could never be a mall I know back home, I hope.
I remember the lights all on red now, it is late at night. Everyone on my ship is tense, the whole ship is set as some giant monster stocking its prey. We get close enough to launch our little boat, speeding over to take over the other dough. It may seem like its a small fang to strike out prey with, but if that dont prove to be enough we can call hell to rain down on our prey with the push of the button. As we hear the all clear from the team on the ship, everyone breaths a sigh of relief but the adrenalin pumped into our bodies, refuses to let us relax. We get a list of what is being smuggled, what is it this time, oil or weapons? The former owners of the ship know their fate as well as ours, in a few short days they will be handed over to another country. There they will stand trial and most likely have one last meeting with a headsman. These men are not all evil, some only tools and pawns of the one who is truly evil, if there is such a thing. In days like these and places like this it is easier to believe there are people that are truly evil. People who use others as tools do not care if they live or die, only care if they can make more money. At home people are never used like that, I hope they never are.
I Remember am standing there on the side of my ship, dressed in my best uniform. All along the ship, my friends and comrades are dress the same. We can see home, just a few miles away. We are done; we can rest for now and, hold the ones we love. As a cheer goes up, we can finally leave the ship and the embraces and tears of joy flood the area. Couples making up for 6 months time in one embrace and one kiss, children hanging onto their fathers as if to never let go again.
I understood that the reason I am doing this has changed. I am no longer in the navy to get away from something; I am in the navy to make sure all my friends and loved ones will never have to face the things I have seen. Those things do happen here but we keep them to a small amount compared to these places I have seen. There is one thing we do have here that isnt over in those places, hope.
Random Memories By: David
I remember standing on the deck of my ship, my half burnt cigarette providing one of the seldom moments of solitude, I look out to see the stars but they are masked by a ghostly glow from the oil platforms a few miles off. They are scattered here and there looking like a small army of giants wading in the water holding up torches, as they steal away my one chance for a moment of serenity of being lost in the stars. The soot from the platforms covers everything like a fresh layer of grey depressing snow. I am in a mix of awe that mans ambition can make these giants but I am also pitied by the fact they are made by greed and nothing else. The snow back home was always white and pure; you could always see the stars at home.
I remember walking down a street, not knowing if I have gone here before. All the buildings and roads have the same dusty look as if I am walking through a recurring dream. The streets are crowded but everyone is just out of view. I spot a mother yelling at a child; even though the sounds she speaks mean nothing to me the tone in her voice and the reaction in the childs tell me everything. The child just wants to go out and play, just to run around a little bit and feel the hot sun on his face. The mother will not let her child from her sight because the worse dream of any mother is all to true here. That dream will never become this common back home.
I remember some different time, some different street, full of the smell of sweet and alcohol. I try to hide away in some small bar to sooth my thirst with a cheap beer. Some young woman comes up to me trying to sell me something like everyone else. The only thing she has to sell is her body. She says she is 19 but looking into her eyes I would say 13 or 14. Her eyes hold me, letting me view her very soul. A battle of fears tears her apart. The fear of her sweet innocents being slain in an act of primitive lust, and the fear of not letting her innocents die in that blood so her family can eat. I know the story all to well; its all too common here. The family is beyond poor. When there daughter starts to get that look from men they sell her off to some brothel. From then on the family gets 10% of what ever money she brings into the club. I try to hide back in my beer but the thought in my head that everything here is cheap, even the people, echoes through my head. Life could never be this cheap back home, I hope.
I remember sitting somewhere, I dont remember where or why, all I know is that there are a lot of people around. The men stand out mostly, all cops walking about with sub machine guns. Their eyes alert and dancing around the mall wildly taking in everything, but fear they have missed that one hint that would save everyones life. Their hands cemented to their guns as if it was the only means to salvation. Everyone else you can forget, a common sight, people walking around from shop to shop, complaining about the prices but still handing over the money. The people are carrying bags of things they need or of things they think they need. Even though I try to forget those men with the guns and tell myself that its just another mall and everyone here is normal. The taste of hidden fear seeps through my wall of self dilution. This could never be a mall I know back home, I hope.
I remember the lights all on red now, it is late at night. Everyone on my ship is tense, the whole ship is set as some giant monster stocking its prey. We get close enough to launch our little boat, speeding over to take over the other dough. It may seem like its a small fang to strike out prey with, but if that dont prove to be enough we can call hell to rain down on our prey with the push of the button. As we hear the all clear from the team on the ship, everyone breaths a sigh of relief but the adrenalin pumped into our bodies, refuses to let us relax. We get a list of what is being smuggled, what is it this time, oil or weapons? The former owners of the ship know their fate as well as ours, in a few short days they will be handed over to another country. There they will stand trial and most likely have one last meeting with a headsman. These men are not all evil, some only tools and pawns of the one who is truly evil, if there is such a thing. In days like these and places like this it is easier to believe there are people that are truly evil. People who use others as tools do not care if they live or die, only care if they can make more money. At home people are never used like that, I hope they never are.
I Remember am standing there on the side of my ship, dressed in my best uniform. All along the ship, my friends and comrades are dress the same. We can see home, just a few miles away. We are done; we can rest for now and, hold the ones we love. As a cheer goes up, we can finally leave the ship and the embraces and tears of joy flood the area. Couples making up for 6 months time in one embrace and one kiss, children hanging onto their fathers as if to never let go again.
I understood that the reason I am doing this has changed. I am no longer in the navy to get away from something; I am in the navy to make sure all my friends and loved ones will never have to face the things I have seen. Those things do happen here but we keep them to a small amount compared to these places I have seen. There is one thing we do have here that isnt over in those places, hope.
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