Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Five
The other passenger in the back seat of the Humvee had a mysterious air about him. And he appeared pensive. But then, so was Joel.
“Do you mind?” Were the first words he spoke to Joel.
Joel looked at the thin cigarette in his hand. “Is that a clove?”
“No.” He held it sideways. “They are mild cigarettes and don’t produce much smoke or odor. If you c***k your window you probably won’t notice it.”
“All right,” Joel said searching for the window button. The soldier who was driving must have been listening, because the window came down a few inches by itself.
Joel’s vision continued through the window towards the medical tent Sammy and Mick were inside of. A part of him hated to leave them again after all this, especially only a quarter-mile from
