He Was Just A Soldier – Part V

Mike started following the buxom brunette back to her old Jeep Liberty when warning bells went off in his head.  Something wasn’t right.  His instincts saved him many times in his life.  He looked around to see if he was walking into some sort of ambush.  That was another instinct that saved him many times in Iraq and Afghanistan.  Something just didn’t feel right to Mike Barnett.  “You know, honey, on second thought, I don’t want to do this.  I’m willing to pay you for your time.  Just tell me how much you charge,” Mike said.  “Ooooh, are you scared of little old me, honey?  The only thing that might hurt you are these 42DDs.  I promise not to knock you over the head with them.  I can make this quick and very enjoyable.  Come on, honey.  I can tell you need this”, said the ultra sexy brunette.  Mike hesitated.  Those warning bells were still going off in his head.  But, it wasn’t the head on his neck he was thinking with at that moment.  She opened the rear passenger door for Mike as he looked nervously inside the car.  Convinced she didn’t have somebody in there waiting to take him out, Mike got into the SUV.  “What’s your name?  Not that it matters.  I’m just curious,” Mike said.  As the brunette closed the door behind them, she reached for her purse, as she appeared to be looking for a condom.  “My friends call me Linda.  You can just call me Smith and Wesson,” said the brunette as she aimed a .357 at Mike.  Shit….I should have just kept my ass in bed, Mike wearily thought.

He Was Just A Soldier – Part IV

After his interview, Mike Barnett was escorted out of the newsroom as quickly as possible.  It seemed the show’s producer wanted him out of the newsroom to keep Gerald from having a coronary.  Mike thought the interview wasn’t as bad as Gerald was making it out to be as he could hear him yelling about being “…ambushed by this guy.”  Oh well…maybe next time Gerald will do some research before going into an interview with half-ass questions.  Mike decided to check his cell for messages before getting into his car.  He had three from Denise, his ex-wife, and one from  Bill Ladeen, his sales manager at the dealership.  Mike decided to face the music from his ex first before being blasted by his sales manager.  He had grown tired of Bill’s condescending ways.  It was all Mike could do to not grab the little weasel by the throat and slam his head against the wall.  “Denise?  What do you want? What are you talking about?  Oh, come off of it….I don’t care if Gerald is a popular TV personality or not.  He is a dumbass among other things…I’ll have to explain it to the girls. Don’t worry about it.  Look, as long as you get my child support payments, you have no say in what I do in my life.  If I get fired, so what?  That’s still not your problem.  Well, get the little shit that’s banging you to take you to….hello?”  Mike started to throw the cell into the street he was so mad at Denise.   To hell with her, I better go face the weasel at the dealership now, Mike thought.

He Was Just A Soldier – Part III

“Mike, why did you spend two tours each in both Iraq and Afghanistan?  Isn’t that unusual?” asked Gerald, the plastic host.  Mike just looked at him in amazement. What the hell kind of question is that? This is already getting off to a bad start, Mike sighed.  “Well…I might could answer that question as saying because my country needed me.  But, that’s a bullshit answer.   Or I could answer it truthfully by saying, “Because I enjoy killing Jihadists.”   That’s the long and short answer for you, Gerald.”  After a very pregnant pause, Gerald recovered.  “That’s actually a good answer, Mike.  I mean, these guys are really bad dudes, right?  They kill innocent men, women and children according to all…”“Let me tell you about those bad dudes (with emphasis), Gerald,” Mike interrupted.  “They’re doing what they have been trained to do all their lives; kill infidels as often and as many as possible.  I won’t mince words by just saying it’s what they are indoctrinated to do from the time they can talk to the time they take up arms against “infidels.”  They are not interested in assimilation, dialogue or peace.  Our political leaders won’t tell you that since it is not politically correct.  But, I will tell you their religion teaches them to kill.  Killing is what they know and what they do. It’s the only thing they know how to do. Same thing for us.  The Marine Corp trained us to kill as many of the enemy as we could and as often as possible. It’s what we do and we do it very, very well. So, at least in that respect, we are alike in that all we want to do is one thing….kill.  We just happen to be better at it than most of those bastards, Gerald.”   You could now cut the tension in the newsroom with a knife.  The interview was going completely off kilter, as Beverly decided to change direction of the interview with a softball question.

He Was Just A Soldier – Part II

Maybe the ex-wife was right…he should avail himself of the psychological testing and treatments at the VA facility.  Mike is not assimilating into civilian life very well.  In fact, if he didn’t get help soon, he may find himself spending some time in county lockup.  One night there, after a bar fight two weeks back, was enough to convince Mike he didn’t want to make that place his permanent residence.

He Was Just A Soldier – Part I

Mike Barnett took one last drag on his cigarette before trying to flick it into the trash receptacle nearby.  Missing it by at least a foot, Mike just nonchalantly continued looking out at the bikini-clad goddesses strutting their stuff on the beach.  This is one thing, maybe the only thing, Mike never grew tired of doing as he watched one well-endowed brunette struggle to keep her breasts inside her band-aid-sized bikini top.