![]() Doc Cork said both of them were too skinny, he needed a woman with some meat on her, a thick ass too, which sent the table into hysterics. Celebrating his promotion.”Īs I ate, I listened to the soldiers argue about whom they’d rather have sex with, Jessica Alba circa 2006 or Shakira circa 2008. “Smell that meat? I heard it’s ‘cause one of the cooks is old friends with Sergeant Chambers. ![]() “Welcome to family dinner, sir,” Alphabet said. I saw Chambers at a far table, so I took a seat at the nearest one. Each squad had been assigned a wood table, forty men in sweat-starched uniforms ready to eat. Squatty two-story buildings across the dirt road were about a hundred feet and a world away the entire block was dark and abandoned and had been since America made this place an edge of empire.Īt the base of the patio, I cleared my rifle and stuck the muzzle into a tin barrel, jerking the trigger with a quick squeeze. Pale, blinking lights in the distance helped guide me to the back patio, beacons courtesy of the few locals wealthy enough to purchase generators. I circled our outpost, navigating the razor wire and blast walls that surrounded it in layers. He holds an MFA in fiction from Columbia and has written for the New York Times, The Atlantic, The Daily Beast, and Boston Review, among others. Gallagher is a former US Army captain and the author of the acclaimed Iraq War memoir Kaboom, based on the popular and controversial blog he kept while he was deployed. The following is from Matt Gallagher's novel, Youngblood. ![]()
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