The men all knew that it was futile.

Pinned down .

Trapped .

Out of food , water precarious.

Communication cut off for days.

 

The LT. wanted to charge . He talked of posthumous Medals.

Over a water truck... uh un un .... no was Calfo’s  thought ..

 

This wasn’t the three hour tour lieutenant Philbim had imagined.

Routine , yeah yeah that .

Bring the tanker  fill the storage and skedaddle...

No sweat lt..... we own that side of town .

 

Except they didn’t ....

When the last of the water had drained from the truck to the storage 

container . That’s when they moved.

 

Pinned down ..... fuck me , I just wanted free college.

Pinned down , a bunch of no good stoners on his team.

The lt was reminiscing about how those dudes would have

never gotten the invite to his parties in the day.

 

The day , back in his day ,  that’s what specialist Calfo was thinking.

He didn’t want to die for Uncles oil.

Survival of the fittest ..

The white flag and the bullet in Lt’s temple were simultaneous.

 

Love to love another day.

Decisions are painful.

Life is sacred.

Gravity binds you to the earth , they were all bound together 

now.