Traveling in a formation three AWACS aircraft passed overhead. Flying westerly towards home base. All volunteers. All part of a team.

How does a loner fit into a team.

He was always alone.

Friendly. Not willing to be close.

She was an echo in the shell of eccentricity. Where did her music come from. 

Walking in the rain. Umbrella in hand. Smoking a cheap cigar. Alone.

You served. You volunteered. Even then you walked alone, often.

On new bases. Searching, exploring. Wandering across the landscape. Seeking your own base, alone.

Never fitting in, really. Truly.

Alone, except for that echo.