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| Giantmidget | Sep 24 2009, 09:58 PM Post #1 |
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The air was dark and clammy as Zeek took in a long, drown out breath. The air seemed depressing, and at the same time calm. Nothing was happening. It seemed as if everything was standing still in the cold dark night. “Why me?” he thought to himself. He had been on patrol in this area since 200 hours, and it was almost time for sun rise. Zeek let out a deep pathetic yawn. He looked around to see if there were any officers around. There were none. Zeek sat up against the wall for a little break. He reached around and unclipped the water canteen from his uniform. Took a few gulps and put the canteen back in its little niche. Zeek took a few seconds to try to remember why the hell he was even in this mess. He remembers his consular in school. She told him the only way to go to college was to get a military scholarship. What a great pep talk from the person who is supposed to be consoling. Every time he went into her little cold senile office, he got depressed. “It’s no wonder why I dropped out,” he couldn’t help thinking to himself. The crazy part is; he took her up on her advice. He dropped his head at the thought. He closed his eyes and in an instant was out. “GET UP!” boomed an all too familiar voice. The sun was starting to rise in the distance. He must have been out for hours. He was definitely in trouble now; his sergeant was standing there red in the face. Zeek was too quick with his tongue, “Why the long face Sarge? Roll off the wrong side of the cot before coming to see me?” The sergeant was begging to become even more red, but before the sergeant could begin yelling again, Zeek started again, “OH wait you don’t get a cot; you get a fancy bed cause your special!” Special was of course said with a little funny lisp. Zeek’s face smashed into the dirt hard. He didn’t even no what hit him. Well he knew what it was, his sergeant but, it happened so fast he didn’t have time to defend himself. “How does a few days in the Hell-room sound soldier?” Sergeant asked him knowingly. The Hell-room was exactly that, hell. It is over a hundred degrees and no light. “Hopefully one of my higher-up friends can help me get out,” Zeek thought to himself hopefully. |
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