alone,

Here I sit at a mountain ranger station where they keep their resue choppers, God the mountains are beautiful clear full of color. The smell of the trees and the sound of wind relax me, but god I am alone here except for my dog.
Its different then down there where the sky is smog colored the color of smoke and flame still linger, and even above the noise of my huey I can her the moan of them. I think thats what gets to me more than anything.
Just the thought of that damn moaning and the thought of being alone up here. Time for dinner a can of dog food for Jack and a can of beans and another mre for me. I think I'll have the beef stew tonight . There is coffee with powder creamer and sugar too, but I stare at that bottle of whisky that I found in a desk I fill like drinking it all , but I think I will save it for when or if I ever find another person to drink it with. God I feel like putting the barrel of my .357 to my chin and pulling the trigger, No not tonite I still have my dog. He just stays close to me all the time never leaveing my side day or night. More later I am going to listen to the dtatic on the radio hopping for a voice.