Unexploded Ordnance
by Timothy W. Puetz
327 days, 2 hours, and 13 minutes. The civilian world is still driving me fucking crazy.
“Sir, can I go burn one?”
“Joe, I told you don’t need to ask me every time you need to take a smoke break.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I told you. Call me, Bob.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh. And Joe, you know those things will kill you.”
Yep. Driving me fucking crazing. 327 days, 2 hours, and…
“14 minutes until I’m done wearing this uniform. No more beans. No more bullets. No more headaches.”
“You are going to miss it, Joe. The Army is in your blood. It’s not so easily…”
“…forgot my lighter can I borrow yours.”
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