The War Against Ourselves 5Chapter 5: Trials of Enlistment#43 - SleepSometimes I think I'm the only normal person at this base. Even something as simple as sleeping is made abnormal by my superiors. First there's Sarge. I'd heard stories of seasoned war vets who would sleep with their eyes wide open and with their finger on the trigger of their gun. But now that I live with it as a reality, it's sort of scary. I wake up every morning with a shotgun barrel pointing directly at my head. Sarge may constantly threaten to kill Grif in his sleep... but I'm more worried about MY safety. Simmons bunks above Sarge but he sometimes goes a week at a time without sleeping. Since I arrived here I've never seen him sleep more than 3 days a week. I asked him about it once. He told me that his mind is too busy and that his thoughts keep him awake. And then there's Grif, who bunks above me. He'
The War Against Ourselves 4Chapter 4: With Your Heart#02 - ChildI've always wanted to have a kid. Yeah I know, that's about as likely to happen as Sarge having wild passionate sex with one of the Blues, but it's nice to dream. I sometimes think about adopting a daughter when I get back home. I like to think that I'd be a good father. I'd always be there to play Barbies with her and to tie braids in her hair. I'd never neglect tea parties or be too busy to just sit and color. We could check out guys at the mall together when she grew up, and get facials together... Maybe I'm just lonely. Maybe it's just a foolish dream. But maybe I'd be just the father that some lost little girl out there needs.#08 - StarIt's night here in Blood Gulch. It's pitch black outside and every soldier with any sense is holed up inside avoiding a possible sneak attack in the darkness. Well, everyone is inside except me... after all, the sky is filled with stars! The sun actually only sets once every two weeks here in th
The War Against Ourselves 3Chapter 3: When the War is Over#30 - CrownI'm not a drinker. You could ask anyone that knew me if they weren't all hundreds of years dead by now. But Grif had me sitting in a bar drinking Crown and Cokes the second we got back to Earth. I don't think I'd ever really seen Grif happy before that night at the bar. He was finally free from the Army, he was free from Blood Gulch, and he was slamming down his liquor of choice. That was reason enough for him. I guess I never really pictured him as the type who would welcome company, especially mine, for a night of celebratory drinking. But I was apparently mistaken because most of the night is a blur now that I try to look back on it... mostly a haze of Crown and Coke, good jokes, and laughing fits at Simmons' expense. But we parted as friends, and that's more than I can say about the rest of our squad. So now, 3 weeks later, I find myself standing in front of an unfamiliar condo holding a slip of paper with an address scraw