War has broke out worldwide and being an able bodied nineteen year old, I have been drafted. I stand on the curb waiting for the bus to take me to the basic training camp, but there she is, standing beneath the glow of the streetlamp.
The bus is approaching and my best friend and fellow draftee is urging me to get ready, but I can’t stop looking at her.
I approach her and she runs up to me. She jumps into my arms and I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me. We share a kiss. She feels so wonderful in my arms. The driver sounds his horn.
My best friend shouts, “Forget about her and get on the bus. We need to fight in Vietnam like my dad did many years ago.”
I let her down gently and her eyes swell with tears as we kiss once more.
The bus driver announces over the PA, “Board now or you will be court martialled.”
“Get on the bus [blank] damnit.” My best friend yells.
Suddenly, I wake up.
It was all a dream.
I collect myself.
Thoughts are racing through my head.