Baghdad:
12-12-06
I carried him into the building’s
entrance
Leaned him against the wall with
his legs stretched out
I sat against the opposite wall
Our feet were touching
“Why did you have to do that?”
No response
“That was fucking stupid.”
No response
I reached into his pocket and
grabbed his pack of smokes
I took a cigarette and extended
my hand to him
No response
I yelled upstairs
“Hey Pat, you blew his brains out
the back of his head.”
A response
“Fucking awesome!”
“He had a full pack of smokes
too!”
A response
“Hells yeah, even better!”
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