24.7.12
Pennsic fever.
Tonight is the night.
In truth this has been coming for days...but now it is here.
I can't sleep.
Normally, I shut down like a machine and sleep like a dead man. It is a skill I gained over years in the Army.
Sleep for me is almost always easy, automatic and uncomplicated.
Not tonight.
There is a simple word why....but the reason is complex.
PENNSIC.
War comes.
It is three AM and my hands are shaking so hard I can hardly type.
Every time I close my eyes...I am on the field.
It is not fear...it is excitement.
It is joy.
It is longing.
A longing so deep and wide I don't know if I can make it to the other side.
I need drums.
I need to be so beaten and exhausted I can't help but sleep.
I need to know that in the morning my Crown needs my sword sharp and fast.
I need the peace that right now can only be found at War.
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