Chapter Five
The first thing Porco had learned to do in Basic Training was to march. Forward March was the command given when standing at a halt. They had been taught to pick up their left foot, taking one step measuring from the heel to the toe. The right arm should coordinate in a swing. Arms straight but not stiff. Hands cupped, thumbs pointing down. A coordinated effort with each soldier moving in unison.
Porco lifted his right foot. His right arm swung at the same time, making his body appear as though it lurched forward, casting him off balance. Each of his fingers stretched out, wanting, needing to grab hold of her.
With a few more strides forward, his limbs fell into synchronized motion. Left, right, then left. Porco marched towards his glory.
He was drawn by her hazel eyes. Ev
