The boy is a trained killer in woodland-camo, rip-sole jungle boots, a kevlar helmet and a scowl. He digs shovelfuls of wet sucking mud from a hole.
Drenched and miserable, he is sick as fuck of the army and all its machinations.
The hole is for a sixty-caliber machine gun that will be aimed at an empty field. Once dug a soldier will be in this hole ready to provide suppressive fire at an enemy force that may attempt to breach the perimeter.
Fake war bullshit.
The LT arrives to study the boy’s efforts and Leavenworth stops being a deterrent.
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