Discharged from Service.

SUBJECT: Notification of Separation Proceedings Under AR 135-178, Chapter 8

Sam read the typeface letter that dropped his heart. For a year, he prepared to enter the military. The military provided an option to make something for himself. He was not much for school, and he already failed at becoming an electrician. His old boss would say "Wire is cheaper than time." Sam spent a lot of time trying to become something for himself. Military was another shot missed. Time was indeed expensive to him nowadays.

"...failure to meet entry-level requirement for US Army.."

Said the letter, sinking him further. His mind filled with possibilities of what to do next. He could go back to dishwashing. He liked the fast-paced job. His old manager wanted to make him a cook. He never wanted that because he would get confused when looking at the tickets. Dishwashing allowed his mind to zone out into thoughts. That is why he wanted the infantry. He wanted to be a grunt, because he was a grunt.

"...color blindness..."

Sam was not surprised. His old boss as an electrician apprentice would berate him when he confused the wires. What is an electrician that cannot identify certain wires? Not Sam, obviously. Sam could never do anything write in life. As he sunk deeper, he mind filled with more ideas. He also thought of the bottle in the basement. He hid it after promising Bella he would never drink again. He erased that thought and sat in the chair. He looked around at the small room in the small trailer that they called home. Sam was not surprised at any of his life.

Discharged from Service and discharged from all else from before, Sam sat in the chair. He closed his eyes and lingered at the edges of the small room and onto the largeness of all ahead of him. He needed to find his charge, if not for him, but for Bella. The most beautiful thing in his life.