Life in the World Wind

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There was a ringing in my dream, a ringing in my sleep. The phone yelled for me to wake up. I thought the ringing was my head. On some uncountable reverberation of a caterwauling, chalkboard-enhancing echo, I attempted to seize my tormentor. I failed, knocking the phone off its cradle. Sitting nearby, the phone made a sound like a human voice. Hello. I had my doubts of it actually being a human since I have a higher opinion of the basic goodness of man than to believe a being would deliver such a foul act as to call at zero dark thirty on a night/day of rest. Heff? It was the platoon sergeant echoing through my addled brain like a marble in a demonic pinball machine, all lights, bells, and whistles. I neglected to respond. We’ve been alerted. I noted a certain level of anxiety in his voice. Yeah, I’m here. I cleared some cobwebs. Crickets … a resounding pause, I guess waiting for the drumroll. It’s official! We’re going to war!