Friday, June 12, 2009
I dreamt last night I joined the military.
My Demon was there, ready to be deployed, training, and I was put in another platoon. A bunch of misfits and wannabes. I did not tell him I was only joining, only going to take his place so he could stay home.
I knew I was going to die. I knew that if I was sent overseas I would not return. But I also knew the same fate would be placed upon him. So I trained. I trained hard. I took his place.
The night before I left I went to him. Sat on his rack. Told him I would miss him. He said he would miss me, too. Thinking he was the one leaving. And I kissed him goodbye. I
made my leaders promise not to tell him until I was already shipped out that I had taken his place. That he was free to return home. That he was free to live. That he was free.
I was going to die for him. And I was ok with that.