34. Pvt. Tomasu

Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My Marine. I miss him every day. I really do, and I think about him every day. I remember how life used to be with him. With his ketchup bottle and his camouflage backpack. With his tourettes-like tendencies. I miss hearing him swear. I remember his little drawings in the middle of Japanese class. How that one time he sat next to the phone and when the prank caller called, he'd pick up the phone and say "moshi-moshi" and when they hung up, he would scream, "fuck!" He drew a comic once, I remember, of shooting people. I still remember his drawings. I really miss him a lot. I still cry and wait to hear from him. I still remember the last day that I spent with him before he left. We went to the beach. I hadn't been to the beach for a while before then and I haven't gone to the beach since. I still remember sitting with him and taking him home. He got sand all over the backseat and it took forever to get down to Pahoa side. I still remember being in his little house. I was absolutely devastated when he left. I cried for days and days. The moment he came back and I saw him, I didn't want him to leave. He was so different! So grown up. But I still adore him. I still love him with all of my heart. semper fidelis.