The notion that this area was all so familiar came back to me when I stood at the western end of the town and took in a 360 degree view. The flatness to the east and the mountains to the west spoke to a reservoir of memories within. Similar in all respects except for the presence of the town. My recollections for this spot in my consciousness held only open fields.
My reverie was interrupted by the Captain tugging at my sleeve. He wanted to discuss our departure from here. He had learned a truck with room for all of us would be heading west sometime in the next two days.
The next moment Tomas brought news about the army.