PFC Fenti flinches, but there is no explosion. The driver glances at him, then watches the road again.
Bullets fail to come streaking from the windows. Simmons lights a Camel – irony is cheap here – and blows smoke in Fenti’s face.
Spielberg would consider that a cue; the insurgents do not.
Tense, boring minutes pass. A drip of sweat falls from Fenti’s head onto his weapon.
No bullets. No IED. Nothing.
He says it: “Remember, it’s not just a job…”
When the left side of the hummer goes in flame and shrapnel, it’s almost a relief.
If you don’t see the embedded link (I still don’t know if I’m doing it right), the audio of me alone is here. And of course, you can read the rest of the entries and vote for your favorite(s) – I am Steven the Nuclear Man – at this website.
Watch Saving Private Ryan, or some old John Wayne movie for your Memorial Day. I’ll watch this, thanks.