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    “You don’t have to get up, hon,” I say wearily tying my laces.
    “Yeah, right.   Who’s going to make sure you get your boots on the right foot?”   She answers sounding as tired as I feel.   I glance down to make sure I do have my boots on correctly.   Yep, good to go.   “Besides, I’d feel bad if I didn’t see you off.”
    There’s only the faint stirring of images floating in my mind and I shove them off to a corner.   I hear the faint movement of others in cubicles across the upper floor.   Leaning over, I kiss Lynn on the top of her head as she slowly does up the laces in her boots.
    “You know I love you, right?”   I say.
    “Yeah, Jack, I love you too,” she responds looking up.
    I can see how tired she is.   Not just the tired of waking early but the kind that prolonged time without rest and stress can bring.   I positively cannot wait until we reach a place where our stress levels are lowered and wonder if that can really ever be again.   With a sigh, I rise and grab my already packed duffle bag.   Pushing the curtain aside, I see that several others who are accompanying us have gathered at one of the large tables downstairs.   Horace and Blue Team are making their way down the escalator with bags in hand.   I wait by our cubicle entrance for Lynn, take her hand and we walk in silence down to where the others have gathered.
    Craig is gathering the last of our planning notes and the maps; putting rubber bands around the approaches into the Canon AFB and the other fields we’ve selected as alternates.   He puts these neatly into a large leather publication case.   The closure of the snaps is loud in the still interior and has a finality to it.   It also signals it’s our time to go.   We look through peep holes drilled into the security shutters and open them when we see that all is clear.
    The morning is painted in a blue-gray shade, portending the coming of the sun and another day.   High clouds are showing a touch of orange on their eastern edges.   Stepping out into the parking lot, a morning breeze rustles against our clothing bringing a chill to the air.   The vehicles sit quietly in the parking lot as if waiting for the coming dawn as well; their darkened shapes still.   I hate to break the absolute silence that only the time just before the sun breaks over the horizon can bring.   With the sun comes the noise of our little slice of mankind awakening.   I want to just stand and take in the stillness but I know we have to be on our way.   High clouds give an indication that our route may not be clear all of the way.   The team members make their way slowly across the lot; their steps showing the tiredness we all feel.   Reaching the four Humvees we plan on taking, they begin tossing in their gear.   It will be a cramped ride up to the base with us and the gear in only four of the vehicles but it’s only a short ride.   We’ll leave two on the ramp and load two in the 130.
    Robert and Bri come out and stand with Lynn and I.   Bri rubs her eyes trying to vanquish some of the sleep she brought with her.
    “Good morning, Dad,” she says having little success in dispelling her sleepiness.
    “Morning, Bri,” I reply.   Robert is sleepy as well and just nods in return.
    “Robert, would you and Bri go get the helmets out of the helicopter?”   I ask.
    “Sure, Dad,” he responds and they make their way to the helicopter parked on the far side of the ramp.
    Lynn and I stand at the edge of the entrance overhang watching the blue-gray of the morning turn to a lighter shade.   There is such a peaceful atmosphere that I don’t want to shatter it with talk.   I long for time to just stop and let us enjoy moments like this.   This, however, is just not the nature of time.   Its nature is the measure of movement and so it continues.   As long as there is movement, there will be such a thing as time.
    “Jack, don’t do anything foolish.   Come back to