The Window of Time

Just now I put his name into Google. I type out Demetrius Sumlin and just as before, no matches. I add his hometown, his state. Same thing. No matches found.

Much has changed since the Army lost a good man. Back then, CD’s were just coming out. Internet was just heard of and costly. I can’t remember where or if Gore actually fit in to the scheme of things. I’m thinking not. We certainly didn’t have debit cards as some folks were still having a hard time adjusting to the whole Direct Deposit course, though it was highly encouraged.

And then again, how do I tell a short story of a short time with a huge back story? I still find myself unsure about that. I want to do it right. So I’ll work.

Yes. Sumlin has been important to me a long time. The photo of us, me on the 4K and him on the flat-bed, was placed in my bathroom window a long time ago. Before Kayla’s Easter bunny and way before the two white roses.

I miss you, Sumlin, and like my son, I know exactly where you are. How was it to meet the kid you’d worked with, ate with, the kid I loved. How long did you know before me, Sumlin? How wise are you and Lance Corporal Austin now?

I look forward to understanding. I know it must be brilliant there.

Always,
Specialist Austin

P.S. How goes it with your Mama?