Stories, Thoughts and Snippets
"Private Braun!"
"Sir!"
"You will take the first watch. Damico, you've got second, and Wilson, you get the third."
"Sir! Yes, Sir!"
The lieutenant turned and walked away.
"God damn, the prick needs to fucking loosen up. There isn't shit happening here tonight, there hasn't been shit happening here for two months, this is the best damn spot any of us are gonna see in this fucking country, and that shit can't even let us enjoy it."
"Hey, Damico, you got a joint with you."
"Always, man."
"Well fucking break it out."
Damico waited for a helicopter to tear over head and then he lit his joint and took a few lazy draws. He passed it to Wilson who accepted it a little more greedily than was considered good form. Fuck it. This was war, if they weren't going to respect the normal rules of society, why the hell should they respect the etiquette of marijuana?
"Braun?" Wilson extended the joint.
"No."
"Suit your fucking self. It'd take the edge off of you." Wilson took another drag and handed it back to Damico.
I stood up and left the two of them sitting in their little foxhole. I set my M16 down next to the entrance of the bunker and leaned on the M60, positioned at the front. I pivoted the gun on its mounting back and forth, thinking that'd maybe it'd be nice for a change to at least have something to shoot at. Guys like Damico and Wilson pissed me off, but there wasn't shit I could do about them. They were perfect for this stuff, guarding a position that no fool would want in the first place. How I ended up here was beyond me.