Soldiers kept pouring
into the Djibouti National airport
sweaty and masked, struggling to breathe
they didn't follow
the six feet rule
eager to leave-
no one was worried
about COVID-19.
little reason to be
when quarantined
on a post the size of
a couple of football stadiums
for the last nine months,
isolated in small
air-conditioned work areas
shipping containers
that served as lodging
they carried camouflage, black, tan,
sand-colored backpacks
bulged with the necessities of travel
they stood haunched to support the
weight waiting in line
always in the hurry up and wait for mode,
waiting, waiting, waiting
since the arrival of their replacements
two weeks prior
she felt a sudden heartache
watched her soldiers around her
the deployment had finally come to an end,
She knew she wasn’t the same
person returning
worse, she felt she didn't know
who she was anymore
she watched one of her soldiers as he
struggled to get a folder
from his over-packed bag
he gave his all during deployment,
taking on jobs above his pay grade,
always volunteering
to help with issues as they arose
he found lost paperwork, ammo,
all things unaccounted for
lost in his department
he filled the air with dust-finding
what needed to be found,
which only he was only able to clear
due to his training and position
prideful, he only bought premium
enjoyed showcasing his luxury
in his clothing-
equipment, always high-end
he had packed too much-
things got lost as he shuffled
through his belongings
for the documents
needed to pass through
the gates of travel
his peers remembered his goodwill
hard work, and it was paid back to him
as they helped him recover
his items as he dropped them
She observed the patches,
blankets, shoes, luggage tags,
stuffed animals, water flasks
that hung outside the bags
of the soldiers around her
rebel patches from Star Wars,
logos from company crests, skulls, bombs,
and unicorns adorned bags,
revealing the personalities of the soldiers
water bottles painted
with paint markers and stickers
hers was a blank slate,
mimicking the sense of lost self
before she started the deployment
she was burnt out
before starting the deployment,
had attempted to bury
her trauma related to her marriage,
a miscarriage, and the weight
of a household with two special needs kids
Her husband-
often mentally and emotionally unavailable,
dealing with cycles of depression
she recently learned
require medication
lifelong like-
a diabetic needs insulin
She did a rushed session
EMDR therapy,
it was could only bandaid,
a superficial quick fix
to cover the wound
that kept her going
while it continued to fester underneath
now that the deployment was over,
she had time to ruminate
over the same concerns
she had left behind
the ranks of their uniforms of bars, shields, leaves,
and rockers didn't matter reaching the gates.
everyone was going to the same place,
stuck in the same lines,
compacted in the same areas
in the end, all ranks sat
in the same seats
she missed the enlisted ranks
She wore ten years earlier
in her first deployment
he remembered being happiest
sporting a shield
a form of protection between
a worker and manager
she missed just being a worker
the rank she wore now
demanded her attention at all times
it came with prestige,
responsibility, commitment,
a weight that she would feel
months after they returned home
it came with a spotlight,
where every action she did or didn't do
was scrutinized by seniors,
peers, and subordinates alike
despite it being
the International Airport
the building had rebar exposed,
layered in a cheap brick design
the peeling paint
musty air reflected
the rest of the country
lying in
heaps of waste
imported from China,
they were happy to leave it
the humid air wasn't much
cooler
inside the airport
the stench of body odor,
sewage sprang from
open latrines
she bought some of her soldiers'
drinks at the counter,
selling out quickly
serving the three hundred
waiting to board
well-known brand sodas-
sold out,
so she got three
noncarbonated orange drinks
tasted bitter
watered-down orange juice
"These would have tasted better with gin,
but at least they are cold,"
her senior NCO chuckled
they shared stories about going home,
what went right, and
what they wish they could
have done better
hours spent sitting there
into other holding areas
until they boarded the plane
bags in tow, masks worn,
covers in hand
layovers much the same
Ireland was long,
where the soldiers ate
bought gifts for their families
curios of a country
only landed in
it was night when they reached
port of entry to the U.S.A.
more hurry and waiting
waiting, waiting, waiting
care of equipment
paperwork, personnel
took priority
the next couple of weeks
she knew she was home
seeing the blue sky
that very morning
a sky like no other
gradient blue
the desert she’s always known
bordering her state
New Mexico
quarateened in Fort Bliss
they got to wear civilians
boarded in small tents
restricted to cots
small amounts of space
locked down
trailer showers,
mass boiled food
restricted
confined
like a prison,
they got yard time
twice a day
to run on the track
use the gym box
it was her time to
reflect, and see
the sky of her
Home
it was hope
being home
that sky being
new possibilities
opportunities
a new vision
she captured the sky
her hopes being home
painting that desert
she found herself
returned
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