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Stoneroad and Skillet
The Corpsman
The crap hit the fan again on Saturday. I swear, I had just started a letter to Kalasia, which Lt. Crandall had read the first paragraph of and made me add, “I remember your eyes being dark pools full of moonlight in the night,” when a messenger comes tearing up to the field hospital in a jeep and starts hollering for the leader of Platoon X-Ray, King Company, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Regiment. Crandall goes over, real lazy-like, hears the kid out, and suddenly turns into a whirling dervish.
“Pack your kit, Bud!” he snaps. “We’re getting back into the war!”
“What?” My fountain pen is still poised over the wrinkled sheet of paper on my knee. “I’m just getting started here.”
“Save it for Halloween. The j**s are hitting Henderson again.”
“They’re always
