This is the second time I'm on a old bus heading for a war. Only this time I'm pretty sure I'll actually get there.
The first time I was on this bus the driver told me to stay seated when we reached the base. All the other new recruits got off the bus. As it turned out, Pyro's got extra training before they were allowed on the field. A whole years worth.
So I went through a year of training so they would know I wouldn't set my self on fire the instant I got to the field. Joy.
A sigh escaped me as I watched the desert rush past. I adjust my backpack sitting at my feet tempting to get comfy, but the movement just reminds me how much my clothes are sticking to me. It didn't bother me much if at all, the climate back home was pretty much the same. In fact it reminded me of the hot days I would spend wandering only to be followed be freezing nights trying to stay warm.
I snapped out of my memory's shaking my head as if that would
make them fly out the window. No, I didn't want to remember a