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Chapter 11

Since I’m already packed, I roam

through the rooms of my tiny housing unit, touching the things I

can’t take. I know I’ll never see them again; Alden is right, I’m

going AWOL, and once I walk out that door, I can never come back.

When I find Tomas we’ll have to go away, somewhere far from the

military and the war and anyone who may know me. I’m giving up the

service to find my boy. I’d give up my life, if

necessary.

In the bedroom I sort through albums

of photographs, each one a memory snapped onto film, a moment

captured into the forever emulsions of the picture. Tomas and me in

Wildwood, on the Flyer before they tore the old roller coaster

down. The two of us at his mom’s place in Philly, hugging each

other tight for the camera. The first Christmas tree we put up,

that year he bought me the thin gold chain I wear around my neck

beneath my uniform. Even now the metal shifts along my collarbone

when I breathe, reminding me that although I don’t know where he