Saturday Night
Stephanie Rogish
The Sailor
“C’mon man, we’re starting another game!”
“What? You’ve been playin’ volleyball all day! Nah, I’ve already played and I haven’t slept yet from my all-nighter … ‘sides, I gotta call my wife. I missed a call and she’s gonna be pissed.”
The twenty-six-year-old walked back to his barracks alone, sweaty, and with sand stuck to his flip-flopped feet. While walking, he began listening to the messages from his wife.
“Hey, babe! I miss you! I’m getting ready to go out with the girls but I wanted to say hi and I love you!”
“Hey, babe! It’s me again! Just wondering what you’re doing. Hope you’re being a good boy. Call me soon!”
He half-grinned to himself as he unlocked the door to his room. He kicked off his shoes, grabbed a towel, and went into the
