“You ever squeeze a puppy till it
yelps?”
“Man why you ask me questions like
that?”
“You see we’re here in this fox
hole and we’re fixin’ to die and this fucking waiting binds me up. And when I
get bound up, sometimes I squeeze a puppy.”
The air was damp and heavy and sank
into their gear and weighed them down. The weight of the war and the air was
too much for anyone.
“We ain’t got no fucking puppies!”
“I can’t breathe in here anymore
man. I’m bound and I’m dead and I’m not human anymore.”
Silence split the difference
between them.
“Do you know what I’ve done!?”
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