It was a life time ago. Thought I’d never get home.
I remember thinking how nice it would be to hear traffic again, horns beeping, kids playing in the park, seeing people shopping and caught up in their day to day.
Listening to something more interesting than heavily censored Armed Forces radio and Elke Sommers sign on with “Hello boys.”
Then four hours of polka music all afternoon. That was cruel.
Back then I would give anything to hear a toilet flush. 
Life is so good.
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