Since we were watching this kid tonight, we decided to go on base to catch a movie. Even though I’m against the military industrial complex, I was unbelievably, abnormally excited about going. I get this hometown comfort feeling when I go on base since this post was my home for so long (18 years). It was fun to go “I fell out of my chair over this train track” and “My brother, sister, and I all went to school here!” This particular movie theater held memories of first kisses, friends flirting with soldiers that were way too old for them, and laughing together with people I loved.
Normally the theater is PACKED, afterall tickets are free or a $1 and MWR brings new releases quickly. I’ve spent many a Friday night standing in a long line that snaked around the building. Sometimes they stopped letting people in when we were still in the back of the line. You had to get there about 30 minutes early to get in.
But this time, it was empty. Not a soul in sight. Three empty cars sat in the parking lot. And that’s when it hit me and I mean really really hit me—the whole base is empty. Everyone is in Iraq.
The reminiscing wasn’t so fun anymore.