pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-07-18 19:20:00 |
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Iraq, Early Afternoon, Adam
In the middle of the wistful debate filled with not very subtle longing Majors Mason and Schilling were having over which junk foods they missed most from home Adam's stomach started rumbling, and grew progressively louder with each item added to the list. It was so bad he almost taste the M&M's, the Twinkies, and the chocolate chip cookies.
It was like some new bizarre, but incredibly effective, form of torture.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he scooped up the battered paperback that had recently come to him (a murder mystery that one of the guys across camp had gotten in a package from home and was currently being passed around from solider to solider) and ducked out of the tent, leaving the relative safety it provided and heading into the hot afternoon sun. He'd only gotten a few feet, flipping pages as he walked, when he heard someone calling his name.
"Major! Major McClaren! Sir!"
He stopped, finger holding his page in the book and looked around to find Corporal Torre hurrying toward him, his hat and eyes just visible over the top of a large cardboard box.
"Major, you have a package, sir," the younger man panted when he close enough.
"So I see," Adam replied, amused. Forgetting all about his place in the book for now, Adam tucked the thriller into his pocket and took the box from the laboring Corporal. "Thanks, Corporal."
"Sir." The Corporal blinked in the bright sunlight and shot him a respectful salute for hurrying on his way, his usual bag of mail bouncing on his hip.
Adam watched him go for a moment, then turned back to his tent, eager to see what goodies home had provided.