Why He Waited

He propped his foot up on his knee.

He checked that his bag was still between his feet. He only had a small backpack anyway.

His eyes were heavy, and he nodded off to sleep every few minutes before his head bounced back to attention. These airport chairs are nowhere to sleep.

He put his backpack on his shoulders and started to pace up and down the windows.

He had walked in with a few others, but they didn’t seem to know each other.

He took off the University of Minnesota sweatshirt to reveal a t-shirt reading “America’s Navy, Honor, Courage, Commitment”.

After an hour he sat back down, in a different chair this time, and took out a folder.

There was a ship on the front, and he was muttering quietly to himself.

 

He sat down in the window seat.

He didn’t seem to have a cell phone, odd for a teenager in 2018.

The trip from Minneapolis to Chicago, but he went straight to the food court.

The employee he asked gave very vague directions to the USO, but the boy found it regardless.

 

The last words I heard before I kept on my way were, “They’ll be here in 45 minutes, get ready for the yelling Future Sailor”.

 

Image from yelp.com provided by Sarah N.

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