Ya’know, we had a saying back in the corps during Iraq. Went a lil some like “you can’t know what you can see unless you’re willing to get yer hands a lil dirty” heheh, good times back there. My code name was the “groundhog.” Johnson and Hansen made it up for me. Said I popped out of the trenches like a groundhog pops out of its hole. I’ll never forget the look on Johnson’s face as he stepped on an IED, right before he was blown sky high. He saved my life a few times ya know? I blame myself everyday for not being able to pay back my debt to him. He was a bright kid too, wanted to go to medschool after the war, had a lil misses waitin for him too. God damn it. It should’ve been me. FUCK. Ugh… Look at your uncle goin off again about his war days. I’m sorry kiddo. Go on and play with the others. I’ll be sitting here drinkin some ice cold tea, reading the Sunday morning paper as always