| On the wing, the breeze seduced me. Newly born to take my flight. From the darkness I did rupture. From my prison, wrapped up tight. Come to rest on petals of brightness. Darwin wrote of my pure beauty. |
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Just before our first long deployment, two Navy buddies and I were talking about the stress of leaving our families.
A senior officer, a veteran of many deployments, overheard our conversation and offered the following advice: “You must be sensitive to your wives’ emotional needs,” he said. “Never, ever, whistle while you pack.”
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