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From Alarm Clocks to Fire Flies

The cool breeze that hit the skin on my legs was a relief.  The sun had set some hours ago but the warm rays still seemed to linger through the early evening sky.  I walked the empty roads along the Special Forces Camp grounds.

There are no street lights illuminating the night sky or cars rushing through filling the air with static noise.  All you could here were the full sounds of nature; crickets, grasshoppers, cicadas, and the smooth roll of the light breeze I experienced earlier.

Welcome to the Jungle

Welcome to the Jungle

Despite the lack of manmade light everything around me was in complete sight.  For the first time in what seemed like years the full moon stood over me; high in the night sky illuminating the abyss to reveal familiar surroundings.

I took a small asphalt road that lead away from the main road I was walking; the skinny trail lead to a small worn down helipad that had obviously not seen much use.  The helipad sat in the center of a wide field.  At one end was the Special Forces Camp and the other thick jungle.  I took a deep breathe of the clean, cool air and slowly made my way down to the asphalt.

Before I could make my next thought I lay my back down on the asphalt; crossed my hands behind my head and lay in complete relaxation under the moonlit sky.  Small clusters of clouds slowly made their way across the sky above me.

Stunning lakeside view

Stunning lakeside view

In my peripheral vision I could see the tiny lights of fire-flies dancing above the grass.  Just a year ago today I was waking up the sound of a dreaded alarm clock.  At 3 a.m. my shift for work would be in one hour and I would spend the rest of the day struggling to keep my head up only finding momentary relief in the walls of my beloved OC Muay Thai

Tonight I lay under the beautiful night sky without a care in the world.  Our guests were sound asleep from a day of hard training.  Before I let myself slip away into a much needed sleep out in the middle of a field I got to my feet, shoot off the tiny gravel, and made my way back to my dorm room.

Tomorrow was another day to achieve greatness, and another day to lie under the moonlit sky.  At Camp Jansson, every day is paradise.

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