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Ghost of the Past Continued
To postpone further questioning I suggested we continue our journey. The sharp memories left me sweating and panting, but as I continued to release these traumatic experiences on to my friends I began to sit a little taller. We continued trotting along with me retelling my extensive journey across America. Brittany and Andrew clung to my every word as if every detail of my past were some great revelation. They looked to me sometimes in awe, sometimes in sympathy, and sometimes- ever so rarely- they would smile at my triumph.
By night fall I had given to Brittany and Andrew all of my dark torments. So that night as we huddled around a vibrant campfire we all laughed in a raucous chorus. I was no longer hung up on the evil that lay embedded within my time line and I could look to small joys even a life such as mine has found.
United by my new freedom, we all slept readily as it came to us. Even my dreams had grown less bleak, as if I simply no longer had the capacity to imagine such great evil existed, especially from my friends who now shared all the evil to which I have born witness. So when I woke just in time to find the sun ready break the surface of the earth I couldn't help but think: Peace is making its way in to my life.
The day passed quickly now that the internal turmoil of our group was nearly resolved. I had first watch two days later, and while I instinctively kept a whether eye on the horizon I was able to take notice in the change in the air around my sleeping friends. There had been buried mistrust before I set free the chains of my past and now the bonds of our friendship had replace it entirely.
Andrew stirred briefly and slightly. It was the only sign of discomfort I had seen in two days. Perhaps he had been resting on a rock that no longer suited him, I thought knowing that with only his slight adjustment he was likely to land on such a rock again. Sure enough moments later his body automatically readjusted to the rock the rock that had once again worked its way in to his back.
The next morning we took a look at the map and decided it would be a good time to start practicing getting thorough border patrol. In a week we would be in Iraq.
So, I'm sorry it's so short but please remember this is just a continuation of the last chapter. The next chapter should be up relatively soon. I personally think this is a terrible chapter and I would much appreciate suggestions for revisions. Leave me a review if you have things that you think would make this chapter or the rest of the story better and I will probably work in revisions. Thank you and good day/night.
