"Frostbite was one cold son-of-a-gun! And with good reason! I was the only one to hear his story from his own mouth... his dying words... But! I haven't told y'all about my other companions now have I?" Said Sweepy with a slight chuckle, as if shaking off some painful memories. "Let's start with good ol' Floodwatch! He was an odd one he was ol' Floodwatch, if there was anybody that didn't belong in the army it was Floodwatch..."
VIETNAM 1969
"Listen to me Dusty," said Frostbite, "you hang on to those bandages your mother sent you." He pulled out a Scottish pound and began twirling it between his fingers. "You never know how long you'll have a mother..." Dusty felt like that pound had some greater meaning tho Frostbite, but before he could ask him about it he heard Sarge screaming at Floodwatch. "ARE YOU HIGH AGAIN PRIVATE!!?!" Floodwatch looked back at the Sergeant serenely and said "I've never been high before and I'm not high now unless you count being high on life man." "Well then perhaps you'd like to show me your forearms?" "Here they are Sarge." He held out both arms, both were needle track free. "Well you seem clean Private, but perhaps you should take off your sunglasses!" Sarge snatched the glasses off of Floodwatch's face, only to reveal deep-cerulean blue eyes, that were not bloodshot in any way. "I'd appreciate it if you would give those back sir, I particularly like the way they keep things from getting in my eyes. If the damn army would just let me grow my hair out then I wouldn't need these things man!" "You know what? I just plain don't like you 'Flood-Watch', so I'm making you take a mandatory drug test!" "Good!" exclaimed Floodwatch. "I've had to pee all day!"
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