[sixwords] Morning After

Too early. Not hungover. Kinda boring.

[open] Not so Secret... but also not so true, and demands for comments.

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[FM] November - Sound the Bugle

Sound the bugle now, tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere
Without a light, I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down decide not to go on
Then from on high somewhere in the distance there's a voice that calls
Remember who you are if you lose yourself your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight remember who you are Ya you're a soldier now
Fighting in a battle to be free once more - Ya that's worth fighting for

It's late in the evening and the streets are nearly empty. Just the echoing sounds vibrating through walls of taverns and into eavesdropping ears. The bottle is loose in Jack's hand, never fully slipping from his grasp, but the thought that it could shatter on the cobble street comes to mind more than a few times. That last bit of bitter alcohol rests at the bottom of the bottle swirling around tempting Jack for that final swallow.

The dampness in the air clings to him and his wool coat as he moves through the sleepy town. Celebrations are far from over and he's just happy to have lived through it. Of course he knows that it isn't luck, and it's not anything he did to make it through. The four new holes in his jacket from enemy fire are proof of that. But here he stands... here he wavers in the streets clinging to the bottle.

If he could laugh about it he would, but the answers he's looking for are so far away from him that he can't even think to think of the question anymore.

Just what happened on Satellite Five?

( Still even though he's tired of asking it of himself... )