He Was Just A Soldier – Part III

“Mike, why did you spend two tours each in both Iraq and Afghanistan?  Isn’t that unusual?” asked Gerald, the plastic host.  Mike just looked at him in amazement. What the hell kind of question is that? This is already getting off to a bad start, Mike sighed.  “Well…I might could answer that question as saying because my country needed me.  But, that’s a bullshit answer.   Or I could answer it truthfully by saying, “Because I enjoy killing Jihadists.”   That’s the long and short answer for you, Gerald.”  After a very pregnant pause, Gerald recovered.  “That’s actually a good answer, Mike.  I mean, these guys are really bad dudes, right?  They kill innocent men, women and children according to all…”“Let me tell you about those bad dudes (with emphasis), Gerald,” Mike interrupted.  “They’re doing what they have been trained to do all their lives; kill infidels as often and as many as possible.  I won’t mince words by just saying it’s what they are indoctrinated to do from the time they can talk to the time they take up arms against “infidels.”  They are not interested in assimilation, dialogue or peace.  Our political leaders won’t tell you that since it is not politically correct.  But, I will tell you their religion teaches them to kill.  Killing is what they know and what they do. It’s the only thing they know how to do. Same thing for us.  The Marine Corp trained us to kill as many of the enemy as we could and as often as possible. It’s what we do and we do it very, very well. So, at least in that respect, we are alike in that all we want to do is one thing….kill.  We just happen to be better at it than most of those bastards, Gerald.”   You could now cut the tension in the newsroom with a knife.  The interview was going completely off kilter, as Beverly decided to change direction of the interview with a softball question.

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He Was Just A Soldier – Part II

Maybe the ex-wife was right…he should avail himself of the psychological testing and treatments at the VA facility.  Mike is not assimilating into civilian life very well.  In fact, if he didn’t get help soon, he may find himself spending some time in county lockup.  One night there, after a bar fight two weeks back, was enough to convince Mike he didn’t want to make that place his permanent residence.Continue reading “He Was Just A Soldier – Part II”

He Was Just A Soldier – Part I

Mike Barnett took one last drag on his cigarette before trying to flick it into the trash receptacle nearby.  Missing it by at least a foot, Mike just nonchalantly continued looking out at the bikini-clad goddesses strutting their stuff on the beach.  This is one thing, maybe the only thing, Mike never grew tired of doing as he watched one well-endowed brunette struggle to keep her breasts inside her band-aid-sized bikini top.Continue reading “He Was Just A Soldier – Part I”

The 1932 Twister In McComb

Back in 1980, I was a claims adjuster for a major insurance company. My job took me all over the southeast. Thusly, I was on the road quite often. Of course, being on the road so much, I eventually had problems. One such problem occurred on my way to a home in a little place called McComb, Mississippi.Continue reading “The 1932 Twister In McComb”

Saturdays with Grandpa

There’s just something about the last day of the week that has always been special to me.  As an adult, it meant the first day of two days off from work.  It meant golf, doing household chores and family outings such as having friends over for grilling out.  But, as a child, it had an even more special meaning to me.Continue reading “Saturdays with Grandpa”