10 months since I've been home. 10 months since I've held that girl of mine in my arms. 10 months since she's been more than a small video feed on a screen. An email. A text. A phone call. Don't be mistaken. I love my country. I'm proud to wake up every morning to fight for it. If I die in the field, it'll be an honor not a curse. But fuck me; I'm glad that I'm home. Well almost. “So?” Glove cuts into the thoughts that are bare knuckle boxing in my brain. “What?” “Are you going to tell us about Scout Sniper School or just keep pretending we don't already know?” Confused, I put my beer that I've barely touched down, “How-” Lordy sigh giving his reddish, brown hair a scratch, “Come on, Grim, you know Glove.” “I'm like Gossip Girl,” he states arrogantly. “That's not something to be proud of,” Lordy pulls his beer to his lips. A little laugh comes from me as the subject circles the air, Glove determined to not let it die, “So?” “So what?” “You amped?”
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