***
4 Jan 2007
Ryan,
Well, this is to Phillip too. If you want I canset up a camera we could totally make a killing off it. Gay porn isHUGE. And you two are kinda pretty. Well, Ryan is anyways. Don'tworry, I'll make it all tasteful and shit. I'm reading up on how toshoot the correct angles.
I even have cool porn names for you both. We cancall Phillip: Phillip Longdong. And for Ryan: RyanTakesituptherear. Come on admit it. It's pure genius!
I'll even cut you guys in 50/50. Come on Phil doit for your family, man! You'll be rich. And think of this way,Ryan. If you do it you'll be rolling in cash so you won't have todeploy again.
Kenneth (I need a cool porn name.)
***
4 Jan 2007
Kenneth,
How about Dumbass McQuetip
Phillip.
***
5 Jan 2007
Everyone,
I Hate You All.
Ryan.
***
The deployment was going slowly. Mark hatedthat. He was working on his routine and dealing with a grumpy-assedPhillip most days. HE could handle it though. He was happy Phillipwas awake and dealing with everything in his own way. Mark knewPhillip had nightmares...a lot. The dark-haired man never talkedabout them but Mark knew the signs.
He was rolling his cart through the localsupermarket, trying to stick with his list. It was a sore spotbetween him and Patrick. Whenever Patrick went shopping he neverdeviated from the list. Mark on the other hand spent an untoldamount of money on things that just 'sounded' good.
He normally hated the supermarket, namelybecause of all the army wives. He knew there were good ones outthere. Hell, Tory freaking rocked. But, his dealings with them werelimited to his bar and the supermarket. The ones that came to hisbar were generally 'war-widows.' The kind that got all dolled up onFriday night when their husband was overseas and scratched an itchthat they had. Or the ones that figured since they were in the Army(when in reality it was their husband who was in the Army) theyknew all about what was going on.
He couldn't stand either type. He was grabbing apackage of cheddar cheese when he overheard two of themtalking.
“They send our men over there and turn them intomonsters!” one said. Mark felt himself becoming edgy.
“I know! And they expect US to make them allbetter. Larry damn near tried to strangle me in his sleep!” theother said.
Mark clenched his jaw tight.
“Fucking Army,” the first one groused.
“We should write the President! This has got tostop. What if he comes home and tries to kill our kids?”
Mark figured he looked like one of thosecartoons - steam pouring from his ears, his face beet-red. This waswhy he didn't like going to the supermarket.
When he turned the corner there they were. Heknew one. She came to his bar. She was the 'free' sort when herhusband was deployed.
“Well, if they come home and kill us MAYBEsomeone will pay attention.”
