“A soldier never knows how he will soldier till the bullets fly.”
“A soldier never knows how he will soldier till the bullets fly.”Eric didn’t get a wink of sleep the night before the first match and he found himself in the last stall of the west wing bathroom throwing up what little apple cinnamon oatmeal he had gotten down during most of first period. It did not taste as sweet coming up. Other than that morning prayer to the porcelain god him and Larry Jr. had been joined at the hip since Helen’s proposition and it had seemed to be mutually beneficial. The word around school was that Larry Jr. had paid Eric to protect him, a ‘My Bodyguard’ situation. There was also an alternate theory that Eric had taken Larry under his wing as a charity case and that melted the hearts of his admiring f
