Dozen red roses

Posted on 01 May 2018 @ 9:17am by Chief Warrant Officer 2 Oliver Sylver

349 words; about a 2 minute read

Just my luck. I’ve made it to the shipyards, eager to get on the Galileo and see Verity and…and he isn’t here. He’s on another ship, although temporarily. Just my bloody luck.

I’m not saying it was easy to get this transfer. But I asked the right questions to the right people, did whatever I could to get this assignment. To be on the same ship as him again. To see him, to hold him, to be able to know for sure how he is doing. Because right now, I don’t know. I don’t know how he feels, not truly, not behind the smiles. Who would have thought I’d miss pillow talk to much?

It was the one place both of us were completely honest without worrying.

Messages and letters don’t do the same thing, it isn’t a dialogue. And I always try to make him think I am okay. Even when I am not. And there’s been a few times like that. I hope he’ll forgive me for that when I get to see him. Whenever it is.

It’s not been a good week for me. I am lucky I was already out of the Marines, because this news that they are being disbanded and absorbed into the regular fleet…well. It’s not popular with everyone. I think a lot will end up being discharged. Some will secretly embrace it, saying it is easy in comparison. I’ve done both. And I can tell you for free, it’s not easy. The adjustment isn’t. Neither is the job. There’s social differences too, less of a brotherhood and more of…

Well, it is a career, isn’t it?

But it’s oddly about time. The War destroyed a lot of Marines. Moving on will…be good for them. I know it was good for me anyway.

I still can’t believe I missed Verity. That he isn’t here. Question is…

What the hell do I do with a dozen red roses now?

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