A troublesome bit
The dream came the other night, as dreams will come.
Unexpected
Before me were four Marines. One I remember, the other three I recognized. Their appearance began to flicker, then fade. One after another.
Only by speaking their names could I prevent them from disappearing forever. I missed the first one and tried to speak the other’s names even louder.
That’s how I woke myself up, calling out names of the dead and fallen.
It’s a troublesome bit.
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