I hauled my single suitcase up onto the unmade mattress and opened the main zipper.

I took the civilian blouses I’d worn for the past four weeks out of the narrow closet.

I folded each one carefully, lining the sleeves up.

I packed my slacks beside my running shoes.

I pressed the fabric flat with my palm.

I wouldn’t need these clothes for camouflage anymore.

I went into the little bathroom and collected my toothbrush.

I wrapped my travel soap in a plastic bag.