Summary: Levi is sitting on the ground after tripping. He's recalling his early years when he came to live with his uncle and the fight that stopped the two of them from talking. Angelique, a dark haired beauty, who suddenly became his intended after he received partial payment on his bonus as explosive ordinance specialist. Angelique was the one reason behind throwing off his last remaining relative.
If that wasn’t bad enough, it took him a while to stop his pay going into their joint bank account. It was hard handling legal matters overseas. His uncle would have helped, if he asked asked for his help, but pride stopped him.
An anonymous letter alerted him to the situation. He assumed the letter was from Roy since it was typed. Not on a computer, but on an actual typewriter that left a heavy imprint with each keystroke. He didn’t know anyone who owned a typewriter. The letter only confirmed his original suspicion that his wife did not care overly much for him. The other men received letters, cards and boxes of stale cookies that were ambrosia to the homesick men. He received two letters. One from Angelique at the beginning of his deployment, in it, she reminded him that she needed all his pay for bills. The other was from the anonymous friend.
Time to get up and stop feeling sorry for himself, he decided. The tree that slowed his fall also served as a crutch, helping him regain his footing. Birds scattered, squawking in alarm as he came nearer indicating a nearby nest. Somewhere on the island, he had buried his own time capsule. For some reason he couldn’t quite remember, he was afraid that his parents would vanish from his history. His uncle helped him to assemble the memorial, finding old faded pictures of his parents when they were dating. Photos he’d never seen until then.
The urge to see those photos propelled him over the terrain, staring at the scattered rocks. His marker was a ring of stones with two lines through it. It was a druid symbol. He remembered that, apropos to nothing other than being a sign. No such sign existed. What did he expect? Years passed, wind and water would have moved the rocks, not to mention other young boys who took advantage of his refuge.