Bored and Lonely Memory

It is night. I am standing in the open doorway of a wooden building at one of the airfields. I'm in my regular field uniform with cap. It is not cold out, but I see smoke in the air. Either I am smoking or someone standing next to me is. I am. I'm holding the damn thing in my right
hand. I'm bored and restless. The sky is clear and I can see the stars. I know those very same stars are possibly being looked upon by someone whom I love dearly and miss. I think about her. I see several guys walk across the compound together. Damn! I'm bored and lonely. I want something to do.