Based on a story told to me by a young soldier.
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I hear the whump, whump of the crashing waves through my sleep fogged brain. We must have left the balcony door open after that last love making session we had out there under the pacific moon. I reach out for you only to find you not there, no worry, you are probably just using the bathroom. I bury myself under the covers to wait for your return and think of how we got here.
Two days ago I was still wondering if I would get to see you when the final OK came down. I knew you were already on the way here. As soon as the First Sergeant said it was a go, it was a race. A race to grab my AWOL bag and get to the helipad before the last bird of the day took off, a race across the flight line into flight ops at Bahgram to get on that C-17 heading to Kadena Okinawa and then onto Hickam at Honolulu. I sat tensed as an over coiled spring until the big transport airplane lifted off from that dirty shit hole of Afghanistan where I had been without you for the past 10 months. My joy of getting off the ground and heading toward you was tempered knowing I would be heading back in a short week. I know, I volunteered for the Army volunteered for my unit and as such really volunteered for Afghanistan. No matter how much we train for it, nobody wants to actually fight a war. This is my fourth time back since 2001 and inside you know the law of averages catches up with you one day. It may not be a bullet or a homemade bomb, hell it could just be a tired truck driver hitting you head on after he falls asleep after 30 hours behind the wheel.
Landing at Hickam I see you as I come in the door. My god, I have never seen you any more beautiful, not even on out wedding day. The soft pastel sundress with the Hawaiian print drapes your 5 foot 8 inch body just enough to accent your curves and does little to hid them. You long blonde hair hangs over your shoulders in waves and I see the slight protrusion of your nipples pressing out through the dress from your braless chest. I am tired, grungy and need a shower after almost 2 days on a plane. You don't care as you wrap your arms around me and mold your warm soft curves into me. We match perfectly, our bodies fold into the right places our lips align for the kiss that we know is coming. I fall into those fabulous blue eyes as I drink from your soft warm lips I am overwhelmed with emotions and the warmth of your skin. I fight back the tears but hold you against me even tighter afraid to let you go, afraid it was all a dream. Eventually we slid apart my eyes staring into yours as we hold hands and go out the door getting a cab to out hotel. We kiss in the cab as it winds its way to the Hale Koa. The kisses are light, almost chaste at times, tasting what we had missed along the way. We sit so close that our bodies are molded as one and all we need to do is to slightly move our heads to kiss again.
Arriving at the hotel you take my hand past the open air desk and into the elevator quickly, molding yourself to me. The shock of really being there wearing off I start responding in more traditional ways. You feel me hardening against your thigh and my kisses get more demanding. Fortunately we are alone in the small elevator since my hands start to wander across the curves of your body. I bet the security guys got an eyeful.