It wasn't just a bad day or bad week. Months were stretching behind themselves to infinity. My head ached from the sun and the heat, I was bathed in sweat, I had almost everywhere the hot desert sand, but that was the three things, what I am could still survive.
Green mushy blob of something fell into my mess kit. I grinned sourly on it, but I knew that I will eat it, because I will not get anything better. One would have thought that the soldiers on the battlefront get good food, but the opposite is true.
The lieutenant Summers bumped into me. Mess kit fell to the ground, how else than food side down. So it seems that finally I don't have to eat the green monster and I will stay on hunger. Great!
"Watch out, asshole, where you're going," he yelled at me as I could for it.
"Certainly sir, I'm sorry," I said, saluting, took my mess kit and went to washroom. There was no use arguing. That's how it goes in the army, respect for authority was based on bullshit and bullying subordinates. What could I do? I just would got intolerable punishment, such as cleaning latrines, that wasn't, what I needed. In addition, the lieutenant Summers hated doctors, specifically he particularly didn't like me. I had to let it go, to let others spit to me, no matter how much it irritated me, how much I hated it.
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John Watson's bad days
Hayran KurguWe all have days when we are saying, that if we stayed in bed, we'd do better, but unfortunately it isn't working like that. We don't know, what awaits for us in the day, when we get up. Sometimes when we look at others people, we have no idea how m...
