It was my first tour in the Navy. While I had stopped vomiting,
I took shore leave first chance I could. I didn’t care it was some island I’d
never heard of, I just needed to feel solid ground.
I didn’t bother to check what language they spoke, I managed
to buy lunch and then rent a bike just fine, and then headed out for a ride
around the island, needing to feel the wind in my hair. In the bush some kids ran
towards me and screamed greetings, but I ignored them.
Turns out ‘Ahi!’ is Maori for fire…
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