Brooks Bar Tape

Adult Warning: Some adult language.

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The routine boring. Bennett woke up, smoked a cigarette, brushed his teeth, shaved, and ate an energy bar for breakfast. Iced Oatmeal Raisin, again. Who thought these flavors, anyway? Bennett reported to the motor pool at zero-eight hundred hours for a prisoner drop off the punch. It was the last to take the vehicles.

"Doc was time." A soldier named Brooks approached him. Brooks was short with a pimply face and a loud nose, thick lips, and a uniform too dirty. He was one of the guys that everybody took. "Have you a cigarette, doc?"

"Yes. Truck, which I am?"

"I do not know doc. Probably Sergeant Kennedy," said Brooks.

"Alright '. Bennett released a pack of Marlboro Lights, and threw a cigarette at Brooks.

"Do you have a doc light?"

"Yeah. You need a lung? Bennett smiled.

"No doc, it's the only thing I brought," said Brooks.

Bennett lit a cigarette of his own and leaned against the hood of a Humvee. The car park located close to a hundred vehicles, but his crew consists of only four Humvees. The idling vehicles, and drivers were each radio checks with another. The gunner on his vehicle was suitable for a fifty caliber rifle on the assembly of the turret.

"You have a little club house up there, huh?" Bennett yelled to the room.

Hall laughed. "Kinda. But the girls are allowed."

Sergeant Kennedy jumped on the passenger seat of the vehicle, holding a cup of coffee steaming in the cool morning air. It felt good. "Bennett Ready?"

"Of course. Not like I never ****. I am ready not to ****." It is true. Bennett was a medic. Unless someone has been injured he was just sitting in the rear of the vehicle. Most of the missions, it don ' has not even been allowed out.

"You have your LVN? Sergeant Kennedy asked.

"Yeah. battery is dead but I'm 'em. "Bennett sought a replacement battery for his night vision goggles for a week and finally just gave up. They had no value on field day anyway. The Sergeant Kennedy just wanted to check from time to time to ensure that everyone had what they suppose to have. It was like a quiz.

Bennett went around the side of his Humvee and found some guys smoking cigarettes in a semicircle. "Sup."

A soldier named Ruth nodded as he walked. Bennett was still new to the pack. Not that he had not been for a long time, because Bennett was placed on the firing three months ago. Bennett had simply not taken the time to get to know someone. He knew their names and faces. He played cards with some guys, and even went to one of bonfires, but for the most part, Bennett could not associate with one of his platoon when he was not mission. He liked to tell people that was so one of them was injured, he would not take it too personally. The truth is just that Bennett did not particularly one of the guys in his platoon. He does not like them either. It just does not care. Bennett was ready to go home. He did not need new friends. He wanted to return to his old friends, his former life, and his new wife.

When he had finished his cigarette he deflected and returned to his own vehicle. He screened several bags that attached to his flak jacket. They contained the bare necessities tourniquets, bandages, a few sacks of liquid injection, plaster, Spain, accessories intubation, a few bandages, and added a pack of cigarettes. Nobody has ever been injured anyway. If, unfortunately someone hurting themselves is only ten minutes drive to the nearest hospital from around in.