“Man, who cares?”
“I care. I’m not staying in a bunker full of potheads.”
“We’re not potheads. We’re just peace-loving people.”
“f**k you all!” Sixpack backed up to the bunker entrance. “Come on, Polack!”
“Polack? What the f**k is a Polack?” The three men laughed hard; one lost his balance and fell onto the other two. All three buckled to the ground together, still laughing.
John stood and watched in disbelief. “These guys are supposed to be on guard duty protecting the camp. They’re so stoned that if a ground attack happened right now, they’d probably just laugh at the attacking soldiers.”
“Ground attack? Where do you think we are, man – in Vietnam someplace?” More laughter erupted from the trio.
John turned and walked to the doorway. “I’m coming, Sixpack!”
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