Job – A 100 Word Story

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Now.

PFC Fenti flinches, but there is no explosion. The driver glances at him, then watches the road again.

Now.

Nothing.

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.

Now.

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.

Now.

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