pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-09-15 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam |
Iraq, Mid-day, Adam
For the last two days Adam hadn't left his bunk unless under direct order, now he shot under the flap like a bat out of hell, huge duffel slapping against his back as he stuffed his travel papers inside his over shirt for ready keeping.
Behind him the flap fluttered and then a blond head poked out, "McClaren! You forgot your book-"
"Keep it!" Adam shouted back without even turning.
Nothing short of a knife fight with Osama Bin Laden himself was going to stop him now.
He was going home.