Sublime

So it goes.

(Nothing, the General muttered, is ever so expensive as what is offered for free.)

holding up his end of the bargain as the last fig leaf of his dignity.

So it goes.

he responded with one of those looks of pity and amusement I was by now so used to getting, the kind that implied not only that my fly was undone, but that there was nothing to see even if it was.

So it goes.

So it goes.

“Before we left, we thought we were steel. But even those of us who’d deployed before didn’t know what hard was. Not yet. Our platoon sergeant, he had an idea. Kept saying it wouldn’t be like the Invasion, or Afghanistan. That the war had changed, evolved. Kept calling us youngbloods, to try and get us focused. We thought it was a big joke. Ha fuck