anonymity

He'd fired the bullet that put him down, but it wasn’t until hours later, at least not until they’d reached the carrier, that he realized that it would be the shot fired in anonymity. Someone who decades earlier would’ve been celebrated as America’s greatest hero, would take his deed to the grave with him. He found it odd to be thinking like that, now, even though they’d been briefed before, earlier, about the after, about what would happen after, success or no. He sat back in the tiny stateroom where he’d been sequestered since they’d arrive back aboard. No one. Just him. They’d all been separated. They would convene, later, somewhere else. Then, they would celebrate their success. He looked forward to that moment. They could talk about it. But only them. And, for the first time in his life, he needed to talk to someone. It would be his lifelong curse – the wanting. He wondered how he would deal with it. He wondered how well he would deal with it.