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The waiting game. Everyone standing around waiting for the next call of action. Trying to pass the time, we all light a cigarette and stand around talking or starring into nothing. Its the middle of the night, but no one scan sleep. We all liston to each others stories of what we have all been thru. We stand around not wanting to listen, but listen anyway. the tragedy of this war, and the tragic events. The smell of cigerettes covers up the smell of soldiers that haven't bathed in days or weeks. Even if you have, you get half a shower. Looking around you see everyone watching each other with the same type of glazed over looks. Are we really all listening to each other, or just pretended to do so. Some are just there cuz they can't stand to be in bed while others are still awake. Some soldiers are suited up and ready to go at any moment. Ohters are

I remember when I was young listening to my mother and father's records. I remember the record player. It was huge. I mean huge.
I remember it wasn't an accessary on the table, it was the table.
i remember it definitely a furniture piece that required its own space.
If you can imagine what a large turntable for a dj would look like, that is what it was. I would pull up a chair next to the record player and near one of the side speakers. Althoug i was only 5, my dad allowed me to switch the records around and choose my own songs. I would do this for hours as i sand my little heart out. I barely remember all the lyrics to the songs, but every so often I hear a song that takes me back to those moments. What is it about music I loved so much then, that now I associate with my father, my mother and being young. these days, this specific

I don't remember my dad's look on his face
i don't remember if my mom sat at the sofa watching me sing
i don't remember if my dad would be cringing every time i made the record switch
i don't rmember if it was in the middle of the day or at night
i don't remember the lyrics to the songs
i don't rmember the artist of the songs
I don't remember exactly where the record player was placed
i don't remember the names of the songs