I got on that bus that goes a thousand miles
with a pure heart and the best of motives that ride was a mix of toilet disinfectant smells and quiet the first two hundred miles
at midnight or better, at a small depot in Alabama a whole bunch of recruits got on with their stiff uniforms and fresh haircuts and politeness
we motored on, the kids getting more restless and a poor guy that fell asleep on my shoulder and the hum of the diesel engine became an annoying roar
2 am. There’s a bus stop with vending machines and more payphones than I ever saw in one place. A few of the recruits were using them.
Chapter two tomorrow.