Post by Luke Averett on Sept 8, 2016 1:33:21 GMT
Luke strolled down the boardwalk, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He had changed out of his coast guard uniform in the nearest public bathroom. He preferred the navy uniform that had been lent to him for the month-long co-training assignment featuring fresh Navy and Coast Guard recruits. The objective was to teach them about open ocean rescue operations, CPR, and flood situations. Being one of the best swimmers in his district, he mostly spent time teaching the recruits about how to properly swim while holding dead weight. He found an ancient-looking bench overlooking the parking lot, which was nearly empty, and sat down. He put his bag on the ground in front of him, pulled out his phone, and checked for messages. Two from his mother, telling him she was excited to see him, one from his father, asking if he wanted to go shooting soon, and about thirty from Grace, mostly memes and art she either found online or drew herself. None about how far away she was from picking him up. He looked at the clock on his phone. 1812, he thought. She was supposed to be here twelve minutes ago.