Midnight Chow

The weather forecast claims the iron will stop raining in what… 20 minutes? It usually does. My PTSD-addled brain ignores the mortars exploding around me. It is focused on the pancakes and biscuits with sausage gravy. All with a dash of red tabasco.

I continue my walk through and to the mess, which to my disgust, is shut down thanks to the iron rain. I am pissed at my brothers, the South-Asian staff “TCNs” for depriving me of my favorite meal. Wusses.

Never mind. Here come the A-10 Warthogs with their 30mm Gatling guns going “BRRRT” every few seconds. At least the Hogs will have their share of Insurgents for breakfast. All with a dash of red blood.

I cannot help but smile on the way back.