The news that day was flooded with video footage of the Pentagon exploding and pictures of the Leader of the Utopian Army laying dead on the ground. "...According to sources at the Department of Investigation, the shooting was the handy work of former Gunnery Sergeant Matthew J. Cartwright, who was killed in a prison break a few years ago. Some sources at what WAS the Pentagon say that because Cartwright is known to be deceased, they are chasing a ghost. There are no reports as to what the Resistance is planning next."
David burst into laughter as he changed the channel on the television. "Are you fucking kidding me? Matt's not dead and he's not the sniper that shot the Major, though the handy work looks the same."
"How do you know this, David?" Dan asked as he took a bite of his pancakes that the ladies had made for breakfast that morning.
"I was on the phone with Matt when the shot was fired. We were talking about the fucking weather and the climate difference between Oklahoma and Colorado. I knew he was distracting me from talking about the alleged top secret mission that was happening. Like I'm NOT in the loop about his little sniper training camp." David took a drink of his coffee. Brie sat a HUGE stack of pancakes on the coffee table in front of him. They were drenched in butter and syrup. She even brought him some eggs, sunny side up, and a fucking medium rare steak. God, how the hell does she do it?, he asked himself.
"Why on Earth would Matt NOT know that you're in the loop. Hell, the Commandant tells you everything", she said before sitting down next to her husband and cutting a huge bite out of the stack she'd just brought him then going back to the kitchen to get her own plate.
"I have no idea. It makes no sense to me, unless he wanted to Commandant to tell me himself."
"There's also the possibility that the Commandant ordered Matt not to say anything", John said after swallowing the bite of bacon he was chewing.
David nodded as he chewed a bite of his eggs. When he swallowed, he said, "That's very true. Commandant Henchly loves to tell me shit himself and loves to take the glory of coming up with the idea."
"And he loves to see your reaction when he tells you shit like that", Mike said as he stabbed his last bite of pancake.
"THAT'S what pisses me off more than anything. He calls at ridiculous times of the day to give me information that I could really give a shit less about. The only reason I'm doing the monologue anymore is because he's using me as a way to report what's really going on."
"Then why do you still do it, brother, if it pisses you off?" Dan asked.
"I have no idea. When I first started doing them, they were to offer a message of hope to the Resistance and the masses that believe that this war is total bull shit. Now, it's a fucking news cast. I'm done with it."
"What do you mean by done, baby?" Brie asked him.
"I mean that I'm finished being a fucking news reporter. None of my bachelor’s degrees are in Journalism. I'm going back to the original message that we were sending out."
The guys all applauded. "Amen, brother. It's about time too."
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"Mission well done, First Sergeant", the Master Sergeant said. "I'll talk to the Commandant, but I think you just earned yourself a promotion."
"Thank you, sir", the woman said. "It was an honor to train under you, Master Sergeant. Permission to speak freely?"
"We're both enlisted, First Sergeant. Feel free."
"I'm honored that you thought I was the best student, sir. I worked my tail off to get to the top of the program."
"First Sergeant, as a woman in the military, you have to push yourself and work your ass off to get to the top in order to prove that you can hack it no matter what branch of the military you're in. You proved to me that you're an exceptional sniper. You're as good with that rifle as my sister, and she's a civilian, which says something about her and her knowledge of rifles. Be proud of yourself and take pride in the fact that you're the ELITE OF THE ELITE amongst snipers."
"Thank you, sir."
"Dismissed, First Sergeant."
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