In the early hours, I slipped down to the barracks, seeking inspiration from Saxby's old locker. As I remember, it used to be stacked full of tabletop board games. These were his downtime passion, a joy he wanted to share with everyone around him. The XCOM database inform me that he'd even started writing articles about them. They made me smile.
Unsurprisingly, I never had much time to join in. In any case, the thought of moving pieces around a board, making tough calls, losing here, winning there - just didn't appeal to me, somehow.
The games are all gone, now. To family, or shared in the barracks. I know Cpl. James Arnold had his eyes on them. Sentinel's locker was empty but for a sad pile of dust, a little lint. And tacked to the door, a rectangle of card.
A game component, I thought at first. But no, or not exactly. It was a tarot card. The Magician.
I flipped it in my hands idly, curiously. On the back, someone had penned a kiss.
 |
| Cpt. Jordan "Sentinel" Saxby, KIA. We will remember. |
No comments:
Post a Comment