Just inside the entrance, there is a soldier with a list. He is sitting behind a collapsable picnic table. He holds out his hand and I pass him the letter from my inside pocket.
The soldier examines it, searches his list and strikes off my name with a pink highlighter. He drops my letter into a cardboard box.
“Join the line sir.”
I join the line, feet squarely on the red tape X on the floor.
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