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Emptying the storage unit somewhere off-base occupied most of my first day as a free man.  I was a civilian again, though still in the Inactive Ready Reserve (able to be recalled and deployed again, even as far out as four more years), and knew I had to clear everything out, getting the hell out of that middle-of-nowhere desert region before something forced me to stay any longer than I already had.  I got a moving truck and backed it right up to the door of that storage unit, then set to work transferring all I’d slowly added and built up in there, careful so that no one could see.  The process took hours, but I got it done, enjoying the workout and being OFP; Own Fucking Program; doing my own thing.

It was cool to see how much I’d amassed and made off with.  There were things in there that you wouldn’t believe.  I could have sold some of it and lived off the interest of those earnings for life.

As I drove my heavily-laden moving truck away from that emptied and handed-over storage space, I thought of the stories I’d heard of Generals doing the same.  One such legend had it that a General even hid tanks, fuel barrels, and live ammunition for them in various desert mountain caves, and that they’d all but been forgotten, people using various equipment to search for them to this day.  Would I ever find those things and add them to my collection?

The Sun began to set behind one of those mountain ranges my moving truck drove the highway beside.  Its jagged slopes were too full of bumps, shadows, and static-like coloring to ever spot possible cave mouths from where I was near the valley floor.  A long time from that drive, I’d learn of far greater wonders hidden within and under those and other mountains, and eventually find my way inside, no longer caring about the ‘valuable’ tanks and their adjacent stockpiles at all, even abandoning the one I just hauled.

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