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 Created on 6-17-07
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HOME COMING
Where should I begin? I guess I could start anywhere. I could start with when I joined the Marine Corps or when I went overseas a faught in a war that the American public has been brainwashed into thinking it was illegal. Maybe I could start with my birth or the birth of my baby sister. But truthfully, all that will take some time and you don't need all that information to understand why I am in prison. I think the best place to begin this story is at Seatac Airport on June 5, 2010.
The landing woke me out of a deep sleep, the best sleep I had in eight years. It was a rough landing, the plane bounced five times before it steadied and the feeling of the ground rolling beneath us hit. I looked past the fat samoan on my right and out the window. Home sweet home, I thought. I cherished every second staring out into the rainy and overcast sicty that was my home. It was a lot better than seeing nothing but sand for miles on end. The pilot came over the intercom announcing our arrival to Seattle-Tacoma International Airport and instructed the passengers to remain seated until he gave us the go ahead. I looked up the aisle and watched as the flight attendants began to gather at the front of the small plane.
The plane taxied for what weemed like eternity and then the pilot finally came over the intercom and told us to have a nice day, blah, blah, blah. The other passengers were already out of their seats grabbing their precious luggage from the overhead compartments. I reached down and grabbed my sole bag from under the seat in front of me. The samoan grunted and shifted his weight elbowing me in the head. It didn't hurt, but he didn't apologize he just stared at me with a mixture of impatience and agner in his eyes. I mumbled a quiet insult under my breath, stood up with my bag and "accidentally" knocked him in the face with the heavy end. He let out a yelp that alramed the other passengers for a moment. The fat man grabbed me by the collar and a yanked me close to his face. He smelled of liqour and stale cigarrettes and the anger in his eyes turned to fire.
"What's your problem, asshole?" As he asked this question, I observed his free hand turn into a very large fist. This fat bastard meant to hurt me, but I wasn't going to let him. "Cat got your tongue pal, I asked a friggin' question?"
I moved my eyes to his and spoke quickly and quietly, "I heard you fatty. As a matter of fact I do have a problem. And it's really a simple fix. All you have to do is let go of me, unclench your fist, and apologize for elbowing me in the head. You do that, I promise that I will leave you be and go on my way... But if you don't, then I severely promise that I will unleash a double helping of hate and discontent on your bulbous ass." I continued staring at him, and apparently something convinced him that I was capable of hurting him. He released my collar my collar, mumbled an apology and turned away. I picked up my bag and began following the others out of the plane.
When I finally exited the plane and entered the terminal I began to follow the signs to the exit. The flight was on time so there was no reason for my family to not be there. I passed by a few TSA Officers and continued on the through an archway labeled "Baggage Claim/Transportation". The fat samoan that I embarrased rushed past me, hoping to get a good position at the baggage claim. I shook my head and continued on to vehicle transportation.
When I exited the abnormally long tunnel, a multitude of people were running around the airport, bumping into people, not paying any attention to their surroundings. Suddenly I was hit with a massive force and I felt two pairs of tiny arms wrap around my legs. Then I felt another set wrap around my upperbody. I looked down and saw my twin little brothers, Jake and Joseph, hugging... no death gripping my legs. I looked at the arms around my torso and traced them back to the most beautiful girl in all the world. My little sister, Sarah, my had she grown in the years I've been gone. I gripped her and held onto her for a few minutes, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my cheek. I kissed her on the cheek as she released me and bent down to my little brothers.
"Hey you guys, you sure have gotten big. How old are you two, now?" I watched as they both stared at the floor before looking up and holding out 4 fingers on their hand. "4 years old? Jeez, you two keep getting bigger and bigger. C'mon let go of your big brother so I can go give mom and dad great big hugs." The two of them let go of me and began to run off. I stopped them before they got too far ahead and gave them both two bottles of sand. They stared at them for a minute and the grinned. I looked at Sarah asked her how she was and she went into a tell all E! Hollywood story about the past couple of years. I smiled at her and gave her a bottle that looked similar to the two I gave the twins. The difference was that this one not only had sand, but also a bullet that had once been in my shoulder. She began to tear up, but the voice of my father stopped her.
"Come on boy, give yer old man a hug." I looked up and saw my father standing in one of his worn out work shirts and a USMC Vietnam Veteran hat sitting atop his head. I ran to him and gave him a great big hug, stepped back and looked him in the eyes. He nodded his head, and told me that the two of us would talk later. I turned my head and saw my mother standing in the light like an angel, tears strolling at a steady pace down her cheeks. I ran to her and hugged her in a deathgrip, not unlike what the twins did to me. When I was finished, I stepped back and wiped away the few tears that got away. I was finally home.
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