by Professor Zorkophsky, ©2022
(Aug. 18, 2022) — Act I
You are about to read a one-act, two-people play. The characters are a shavetail officer and PFC with an attitude. The curtain rises as “Sukiyaki” (3:08) is heard in an empty mess hall; the two soldiers are in combat fatigues and drinking coffee sitting at a table.
“Forget it, it don’t mean nothin’.”
“Look, I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I didn’t have any choice, so it really don’t mean nothin’. Forget about it.”
“How can I forget about it? He was my best friend. We went through Boot together.”
“You know how he was and just maybe if you didn’t get plastered— (officer holds up his hand) —, I mean sick, you’d have been in shape to go out on patrol with us, so he lost his babysitter. Tough.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Look, as squad leader I’m responsible for all of you grunts and if one of you can’t seem to get with the program, well, I’m sorry about that.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re right; I’m not, not in the least. He was on point and he lit up a joint, for cryin’ out loud. If we could smell it, so could the enemy. We were supposed to be looking for the bad guys, understand?”
“You never liked him.”
“I tolerated him when he was paying attention, but smoking while on patrol is an invitation for a grenade dropping in on us and I wasn’t having it. End of story.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“Until I was blue in the face. Ask Miller; ask Jackson; heck, ask any of them and they’ll tell you the same story: I gave him every opportunity to get straight.”
“So you left him there.”
“I called a halt, a ‘NO SMOKING’ halt. And then when we got up again, he went out the way he was going and the rest of us turned around and went back the way we came, all the way back to the pickup point. And no one said a word, not one word. Think about that.”
“But he wasn’t with you.”
“That’s right, he wasn’t. I just got back from HQ where I reported him ‘MISSING IN ACTION.’”
“Well, at least you got that part right.”
“Look, get this straight: he messed up one too many times, but we were livin’ on pure luck, and I had a feeling our luck was about to run out; that’s all there is to it.”
“Now that part I can understand.”
“Better get some shuteye: we go out again at 0600.”
Curtain lowers while “Sayonara” (2:18) is heard.
[Note: Now I’m not sayin’ this is a true story and I’m not sayin’ it’s not; all I’m sayin’ is you better be on board or you just may find yourself left behind.
Not only us, but the whole world has suffered unimaginable harm thanks to the fraud of an election.
And the so-called economic pundits keep harping on inflation, recession, and depression, when the answer is to make America energy-dominant once again and close the border, for starters, two things that we can do immediately, or at least start the process.
America is infinitely more dangerous, thanks to the Dems with their ‘Sanctuary Cities’ and ‘Woke Judiciary’, since the fraud of an election.
Always be armed and never rely on anyone to protect you and those you care about. You men out there, never, but never let your better half leave home without being armed.
Remember that it’s better to have a gun and not need it than to wish you had one.]
“What a Wonderful World” (2:21) [As a reminder that the World Wide War that Islam has against Western Civilization hasn’t abated one inch since 9-11, or even since 1,400 years ago. Just like Vietnam, the time we spent in the Middle East made a lot of money for government contractors and payoffs and kickbacks galore throughout the Beltway. Dems want wars because that’s what feeds them: the Military Industrial Complex. No wonder so many Veterans eat a bullet every day.]