Not Our War

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Pa insisted I come along with him to see Pake off. I didn’t want him to go at all.

Jefferson doesn’t have a proper bus terminal like a real town, so we stood out in the parking lot like shoppers.

“Just  always do what your sergeants tell you to do, but remember you’re a Barnes and don’t take shit from nobody.” Pa had served in Vietnam, but he’d been drafted.

Pake stood tall. “Yessir.”

“Your mother doesn’t understand. She says this is not our war.”

“Well, I figure all them terrorists got to pay for what they did to them buildings.”

 

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