The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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The reason why my dad never wants to visit Cuba.

Every night in a busy Cuban port is like a Saturday night. I honestly couldn't count the number of shots I had with only my fingers and toes. My bunk mate Charlie is a heavy pourer and we have three bottles to finish before our ship leaves in the next two days. The S.S Detroit isn't going to wait for us and the Vietnam War isn't going to end anytime soon for us either. I woke up in a room smaller than most closets with my head pounding from the party my crew members and I went to while docked. Once the room stopped spinning, I realized I was in a prison cell and I called for the guard. I had a sigh of relief when the guard spoke English and was wearing a military uniform. I asked "what happened and when will my commanding officer be retrieving me?" The guard laughed in my face and said "your ship left our docks at 6 this morning that's why you are here." Pure remorse was the only feeling I had when I asked "when will I be released to activate duty?" The guard smiled as if he enjoyed this and said "Your ship will be back in two weeks until then your commanding officer said to keep you locked up for reflection." The guard left and I sat down in my 4x4 cell. While sitting in the corner I started getting all of my senses back since they have been impaired. The cell itself smelled like stale urine and BO, there was a little window no larger than a soda can and it had 3 thick bars going through it, but the worse part was the toilet. There wasn't one, only a hole in the back-right corner of the cell. Three days had gone by and honestly, I couldn't tell which was worse, the days or the nights. During the day I sat in one position for hours since there was no room to move in the cell and at night I couldn't sleep because my legs needed to be halfway up the wall to have them fully stretched. On the 7th day I watched 4-armed guards march to my cell. I was instructed to follow a yellow painted line that was throughout the prison. I was shocked to see the original guard that have spoken to sitting behind the warden's desk in mid conversation with my commanding officer.  Their conversation ended within seconds of my entry and both men looked directly at me. The warden asked, " So are you enjoying yourself soldier?" I replied "Just doing as instructed sir." My commanding officer and the warden laughed. I remained silent till they enjoyed my suffering enough. My commanding officer then said " Are you ready for activate duty?" I straight up and yelled "Sir yes sir." I never partied in Cuba again for obvious reasons.

Rough Night

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