![]() ![]() Fuck her and her timing,” Conner says, his eyes still facing the front, still checking our surroundings. Says she needs some time to think.” I shake my head at the fucked-up situation my friend found himself in. “Fuck, man, that’s rough,” Conner curses and it’s better than what I would say. ![]() “Got a Dear John from her last week,” Jefferies says, wiping the smile off my face. ![]() What about you, Jefferies, you ready to see your girl?” Conner continues after radioing our coordinates. “I, on the other hand, am gonna bury myself in a tight pussy for days.” He groans and I can’t help but grin at the fucker. “Of course you are.” Corporal Conner smirks beside me, knowing how much I love a good fucking meal. “Gonna find my ass in the first diner I can find, ordering one of everything off the menu.” I fucking hate this place, the polluted air, the death, the injustice it all clouds my judgment. We've been in Afghanistan for the last six months, six long fucking months and this time next week, we will be heading home. We just did our last patrol through the city of Kandahar. ![]() “What’s the first thing you’re going to do, Staff Sergeant?” Corporal Jefferies asks from the back of the Humvee as our convoy makes its way back to base. ![]()
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