“What are you running from son?”
Saliva forming white chunks
Bubbling on his lips
“Nothing Drill Sergeant” I yelled
My words devoid of life
“Everything”, my brain registered
“Ten more you worthless pieces of shit”
He grunted indiscriminately at all of us
All of us saying the same thing
Thinking very separate thoughts
Challenges like mile markers
Between us and the past
As we push closer to the
Open arms of the reaper
A future we embraced and desire
A point on the path, of our choosing
Farthest from what we were