Staring at the bush all I wanted was to leap into it. Be surrounded by the leaves and branches. I know it's a place that I could be alone. A place most people wouldn't want to go. I could just sleep there and know I'm safe. If I had my battle rattle on from when I was an Infantryman I'd have leapt already. I miss the comfortable confidence that came with being in full kit surrounded by my brothers. Knowing I can go anywhere and do anything. This bush was Afghanistan. My safe place is war. The place that only those brothers in arms would be. So I stare and daydream about leaping into it.
But I don't.
I'm snapped back to the real world and continue to rake the ground around the bush.
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