War Journal – Central Africa, Part II

The following is the war journal of Pedro Evasco, Chief Warrant Officer 2, 3rd Special Forces Group, US Army. This is part two of twelve. It is fiction. But not totally.

25 June

Fucking amazing sleep. Our compound overlooks Lake Victoria — did I mention that? Slept naked and solo in my room. Fucking wind felt amazing all night. My sinuses are cleared out, man, feel much fucking better. Katie and the kids are like 8,000 miles and six months away. No use getting burned up over what happened yet.

They assigned us a fleet of cars with drivers. At about 0500, I could hear all the drivers pull up and start to gab. They didn’t give a fuck. I eyed my shoe for a minute and thought about throwing it out the window at them, but let it go. That fucking air, man. All you want to do is sleep, fuck and eat.

I bought a new suit before we left Fayetteville. They haven’t found me an office yet. Didn’t matter too much since I was making time with the Old Man, a bunch of staff guys and going from briefing to briefing.

Should say something about the Old Man.

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War Journal – Central Africa, Part I

The following is the war journal of Pedro Evasco, Chief Warrant Officer 2, 3rd Special Forces Group, US Army. This is part one of twelve. It is fiction. But not totally.

24 June, 2016

I’m guilty. I’m so fucking guilty. I’m know what Katie would say. I can see that broken look on her face. I can hear her fucking sisters comforting her and promising to rush over right now to wrap their arms around her.

Goddamn. Goddamn. I knew better. I fucking knew better. I don’t wanna do this right now. So I’m gonna pussy out and just tell you everything else.

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