Chris Writing Anything

If I were to look back at my life, I’d say my most difficult phase, being that tears were streaking my cheeks, would be the moment I stepped on a Greyhound bus. My destination: Milwaukee. Yet, after Milwaukee, I would ultimately…well, before I get too far, let me set the stage.

I had finished high school…barely! My first love had ended…disastrously! And now, because I felt I had no better options, I joined the USAF. Yet, despite starting anew, it was hard to admit that, yes, the very last of my childhood, and adolescence, had now reached its bitter conclusion. Now, I was expected to serve my country.

Everything I had ever known, although it had reached an unsustainable point, seemed impossible to leave. My water bed, my room, my posters, my…well, you get the point. I’d trade all that in for a cot among sixty others, and my clothing would fit in a very small wall locker.

I was off to Lackland AFB in San Antonio, Texas. There, no one had ever heard of Brussels, Wisconsin. It was the end, yet it was the beginning…

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