Laying in my bunk feeling the paperbetween my fingers Knowing your every word, connecting us through time and space My thoughts drifting to a peaceful time of bliss Dinner, sheets, and passion running its course Our laughter filling the streets as we walk gazing at the sky My eyes fly open, the Sergeant yelling orders, adrenaline spiking The weight of the armour, the smell of the field, the weight of the gun, anchor mind...