Each day and every dayEach day and every day after school, I pass by the local recruitment office.I stare, I turn, and I twist to keep it in sight.Each day and every day after school, I wish to step through their doors.I think, I believe, and I hope that one day I might.Each day and every day after school, a recruiter steps out for air.Ben. I've decided to call him Ben; he looks like one.Each day and every day after school is the same.Until today, for Ben wasn't alone.Today, he stood outside withSeven new faces,Seven new names,Seven new recruits.Seven new, unknown heroes - Marines, airmen, and soldiers.Each day and every day, I pass by after schoolBut today I wondered if I'd be one of them.And I'm anticipating the day I will.
A FriendThe rain pitter-pattered on the windows of my dad's patrol car. It's been raining since yesterday, and with rain came another victim of the Origami Killer: Jeremy Bowles. Damn, I knew the kid; I babysat him and his sister in my free time. He's a quite interesting character, that Origami Killer. Always leaving an origami figure in the hands of his victims and an orchid on their chest
You must be wondering why I'm in a patrol car. It's been two months since I visited The Station, a result of having irritated one of the lieutenants during my last stay and almost costing my dad, Gary Sanders, his job. We were lucky though; Dad received no punishment but I was banned from the station for two months two months that were done.The car turned and turned on the circular ramp in the parking structure of The Station and on the third level Dad parked in his assigned space, number 3042./////The Station, 7:50 PM/////As soon as we entered, Dad had to leave for patrol. He didn't