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A/N: Thanks so much to all you reviewers.
The stars of Korea keep me company, the beautiful stars that gaze passively down at the earth. They care nothing of the fragile lives that are disrupted by the war. In a way this comforts me, it reminds me of home because these are the same stars that watch my house, as well as Korea…
Sometimes when I'm lonely, I go outside and look up at the stars. I look up and it seems as if they smile down at me. They know me through and through. My secrets. My fears. My entire soul. I smile up at the stars, my friends, but tonight my smile seems to falter. Tonight they are not enough. A person needs the comfort of human companions, people who love them. I don't mean sex. Sex in the army is rarely about love.
What I want is a simple hug, given by a friend who cares about me, loves me like a sister. I am so lonely. And I only have myself to blame. I keep everyone at bay. Afraid that if they see the real Margaret, they won't like what they see.
So I have dedicated myself to the army. I do everything with the utmost precision. I do it right, with no bending of the rules. Rules are not made to be broken. I love the army. And for my love, the army has rewarded me. I am in a position of authority. I am a major and a head nurse. People look up to me, depend on me. Yes, the army has treated me well. It has given me a good life.
But the army does not love me, cannot love me.
With a small sigh I look back up at the stars, the only ones in Korea who truly know me, and am struck with the awful realization that these cold heartless beacons care nothing about me.