...and fucking loved it.!!!!!I looked around the cafe...no one was looking at me....no one was shouting puffter..queer..arsebandid... It was all just...calm, and people going about there business, as normal. I finished my coffee and retraced my steps as I had to meet my wife in the same bar as I had left just fifteen minutes ago. I still had an hour or so before she would be back, so I took a slow walk and let the air clear my head. I'd had these rumblings for years about who and what I was and. I did get the puck a few times, but quickly passed it off. ‘Hey John!’ one of the guys on my team cried. ‘Come on and get in the game! We’re tied and the bells about to ring!’ I nodded. The next time I got the puck, instead of passing it I started down the sidelines. I was looking toward the goal when I suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu. I looked behind me and there was Brad, once again making a beeline for me. ‘Fuck that!’ I thought and just before he hit me I passed the puck and spun on him.. During that time, the platoon would be understaffed, but we didn’t care. We needed leave!Everybody on leave would get two weeks leave, fourteen days, but they didn’t start counting the days until you landed at your home airport. Since it took you two to three days to travel from here to there, and the same to come back here, we would be gone about three weeks. Three weeks not getting shot at like a smiling little yellow duck. By July I would have settled for three days not acting like one of. Yanking the camera out of my purse, I flicked it on, and let it record the license plate of the car as long as it was insight. Shutting the camera off, I leaned back in the seat, and felt pain shoot throughout my body.MathewI turned the blinker on, and we headed out of town. Hopping onto I-75 I headed towards Gainesville, Florida. An hour later we went passed the city, and headed for I-10. I kept watching in the review mirror for anyone following us, and I prayed we were clear.The girls made me.