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In that moment, I looked to my right and saw the BN vehicles, trucks as far as you could see; tanned and dusty along the bleached asphalt of the motor pool. The sky turned a bright blue with streaks of black. The wind blew against my face and cooled my skin; the sweat freezing and fading against my pores, my hair becoming damp. I walked along the row of war machines and thought of the year to come. We would be heading out soon, leaving this dusty hole, trading it for the fire.Our parents would see us off, like we are leaving for some twisted version of summer camp. There would be tears and sleepless nights. This is what it will all be like.