gorgeous legs and a too tall sock tan

     I know it's summer now because the girls are more beautiful and out and about, telling their stories to friends who walk beside them and unknowingly to those found behind them, too.

     Young Marines meander by, knowing more than the rest, because they've earned their EGA and are confident in all of the things that they've already been lied to about. They don't know that they're no longer a threat here. I'll see them again before they ever see me and chuckle about it aloud. They won't ever know why. 

     A Sailor not from here passes. No cover, headphones on. In uniform. For a second I had something to say then realized I'm not an NCO anymore. So, I wrote this instead of saying that.