The other day, while it was raining...
We were in our rain coats.
Marching back to our coy line.
During that period.
I raised my volume of my timing.
Because I suddenly remembered.
The days that I had when I was in the army.
It was raining heavily during field camp.
We were out there all alone in the jungle.
It was cold and wet.
We all needed each other's support.
We talked to each other and comforted one another.
It was that feeling.
That special bond and friendship.
That I really miss.
And so...
That's why I raised my volume higher.
So as to allow others marching with me.
To feel comfort and know that there are people.
People around them who will go through thick and thin with them.
But I wonder...
How much of that really matters to them.
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