Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Drabble: Trenches


“Pull yourself together.”

“Sir, I can’t do it anymore.”

“Son, there ain’t a one of us here who doesn’t want to be back home right now. But we’re here, and we’ve got a job to do.”

“Y, yes sir.”

“We’re going to go out there, and we’re going to get through this. We’re going to keep each other alive, and we’re going to make it home.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Now go and open register eight!”

“Sir, yes sir!”

It’s half a lie. He’ll make it home, but he’ll never be the same. Thanksgiving Wednesday in the supermarket tries men’s souls.

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