Packing...

i threw away all the academic coursework. i was never a good student. the photographs of friends, teammates and classmates, letters, and my scrum cap, with Psalms 60:12 written on it, are all locked up in some drawer, not to be touched by anyone but myself. memories both happy and sad, all so painful for the fact that they can never be re-lived after they've passed you by. maybe one day i'll smile when i open that drawer, maybe i'll cry, but rest assured everything will be fresh in my mind, like it just happened yesterday. we all wish the good times would never end, but the truth is they'll always be within us for better or for worse.

boys in a couple of weeks time we'll be soldiers. boring people who use extensive vulgarities, speak in weird military lingo and acronyms, all without hair. for the good times and the bad, many more still lay along the road ahead.