Homestead. [Story]

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" Johnson! " he called. I peaked my head up, saying to myself, " Did I screw up this time? ". At the moment I saw Jericho walk back to the jeep to get some surplus, I stood over him for a bit until he noticed. He spoke just then. " The Colonel called for you, I think you should go. "
I peaked over the surplus bag, hoping I could find it.
" That's mine, right there, I'll need it before you put it back, I'm not authorized yet. "
He tossed me it, and I was on my way.
The Colonel's voice was like thunder. Or just like a really deep machete.
" I thought I told you to flank right, you nearly costed us the battle.. "
My reply had then been,
" I'm sor-
Cut.
" YOU'RE SORRY, I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY I LET YOU PASS CAMP. GET OUT MY FACE, AND GET BACK TO THE TENT. YOU SCREW AGAIN, YOU'RE IN FOR DEMOTION."

I'm used to it, I thought.
I walked off carrying my bag back to my tent, just to see Jimmy stand before me.
" Yelled at by the chief.. " he chuckled then.
" Yeeeaahh.. " the words bounced back.
I had told them what went on, then we were called back to the fight the next morning.
The coffee was bold, and strong. Really strong, the grind was like dirt, and the water was hot.
The breakfast meals were okay, but the individual packages were awful.
The salt packs were like rocks, tough.
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To be continued.

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