Viet Nam Chatter # 9
The two FNG’s (Fucking New Guys) were alone together on a listening post in the deep, dark jungle.
“Don’t it suck being drafted?” Tommy grunted, swatting the mosquitoes who were feasting on him.
“I wasn’t drafted.”
“Then how the fuck did you wind up here?”
“My parents are divorced. Unknown to them I picked up the telephone extension while my mom asked my dad to pay for Emerson College in Boston. Mom pleaded, ‘But he’s your only son!’ Dad coldly answered, ‘No, tell him to make believe I’m dead.’ So, I enlisted.”
“I guess you showed him, numb nutz,” Tommy laughed.
Published 6/26/17 www.101words.org
The two FNG’s (Fucking New Guys) were alone together on a listening post in the deep, dark jungle.
“Don’t it suck being drafted?” Tommy grunted, swatting the mosquitoes who were feasting on him.
“I wasn’t drafted.”
“Then how the fuck did you wind up here?”
“My parents are divorced. Unknown to them I picked up the telephone extension while my mom asked my dad to pay for Emerson College in Boston. Mom pleaded, ‘But he’s your only son!’ Dad coldly answered, ‘No, tell him to make believe I’m dead.’ So, I enlisted.”
“I guess you showed him, numb nutz,” Tommy laughed.
Published 6/26/17 www.101words.org