Page 102 of Fight Or Flight

“If you squeeze the paw, there’s a voice recording, but don’t do it until you’re home and alone.” I inched back and winked at her. “I almost got arrested recording it.”

That’s a little lie, it’s actually a very clean and wholesome message.

“I love you, Soldier Boy, and I’ll be waiting for you.”

I covered her mouth with mine, lifted her off her feet, and kissed her until they called for me to board the plane. When I set her back on her feet, I felt tears sting my eyes again.

Near or far, together forever.

Now, I’m standing in line with my bags hitched over my shoulder, her pretty face playing on a loop in my head.

“Name?”

I blink and stare at the sergeant in front of me.

It’s do or die.

Fight or flight.

Swallowing, I raise my hand and salute him.

“Eric Montgomery, reporting for duty, sir.”

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