We were ready to go. The two guys were waiting on the front porch. I trailed behind the foursome as we walked down the cracked sidewalk to a nearby dive. I glanced down at my nails they werent painted, they looked pale. Oh well to late now, I thought.
Soldiers come and go anyway.
It had been a long time since I had been out. It was fun. I followed the gang into the bar. It was smoke filled and noisy. Some swing music was playing on the jute box.