All Along the Watchtower I stood at the urinal, penis in one hand, specimen cup in the other. It was hot, but I was hotter from the embarrassment. The PFC who literally had a ringside seat to my dilemma finally spoke up. “Can’t go?” “I need to,” I answered. I really did. I had downed […]
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Crimson and Clover As I watched the pink soap bubbles floating on the dirt, grass, and clover, I couldn’t get over how pretty they were. “Shit,” I said, staring at the ever widening pink puddle. TJ, Captain Brown’s driver and whose jeep we were scrubbing, nodded. “Nobody back home will believe this,” he said. TJ
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Love the One You’re With It was hard getting to know the Vietnamese on a personal level. Language was certainly a problem, but culture and economics made things far more difficult. These people had been at war for centuries. They had been invaded by the Thais, the Chinese, the French, and the Japanese. Sure, Ho
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With a Little Help from My Friends “Don’t cuss at it so much. You’ll never fix it that way.” “What the fuck do you know,” I said. I didn’t bother to look over my shoulder. It was hot in the bunker, and I had already spent three and a half hours trying to reprogram Freddy
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Thanks, Bob, wherever you are. “Where in the hell is your hat soldier?” The colonel demanded. I did a slow burn as I pulled my hat out of my pocket and put it on. I knew better than to expect a thank you from the grey-haired, crew-cut, skinny officer standing in front of me. But
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I Just Dropped In “Just the man I wanted to see,” Sgt. Keith said. “You and Tony have Donut Dollie duty.” “Jesus Christ, Sarge, I had it last time they were here,” I said, in the hope that he would take pity on me. “Bullshit. Last time they were here, only two newbies showed up.
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