As I mouse over the sign "UPDATE RECENT MARKS" on the UMP marks website, I hesitate.. could it really be over?... My finger trembles for a while, both from lack of sleep and an overdose in caffeine...
Like a Gulf War veteran, vivid images of dazed days and sleepless nights overwhelm my senses... oh the horror... the desolation... the senseless destruction... the red pen in my hands bleeding dry, as the blood red ink pours itself onto tons and tons of paper pages...
Suddenly, I am back in my room in UMP... The clock reads 9:10pm... Way too late to be at the office... How I long for the comfort of the bosom of my loved one... This tour of duty has gone on for too long...
I press the mouse button...
After what seems like an eternity, the grades come to life... I blink in a daze...
I blink again, and comprehension registers...
I have given my students their due... Time to get mine...
At long, long, last... my nightmare is over...
Time to get on that helicopter back to civilisation... and a long, long rest...
Baby, wake me up when the next war starts...
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