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Alas, my life is very dull at the moment. My mind is also in a weird place and I'm trying to figure a few things out. In the meantime, here is another installment from my writing class.
This assignment had us write about our characters most traumatic event....
Charlie sat in the back of the bus, hoping the last seat would delay what was to come just a little longer. Uncertainty and trepidation was shred amongst most of the draftees, but they did not share Charlie’s terror. All were worried about a small country they had never heard of, knew nothing about yet destined to meet - except Charlie. Charlie could care less about what was to happen in the next few months. He couldn't think that far, he mind wouldn't let him. All Charlie wanted to do was survive the next 36 hours without having a mental breakdown. Everything in his life was about to change.
Squeaking breaks announce their arrival and before anyone could stand-up 2 drill sergeants were aboard barking & spitting orders.
“What the fuck is this!? Pick up your shit and get your pussy cunt of an ass off my bus!â€
Grabbing and shoving everyone to the back, the only way out was through the emergency exit door, making Charlie the first to stumble into a new lifestyle none of them wanted.
A train of people reluctantly pushing their way out the door fell on top of Charlie. Trying to clear the gravel and dust from his mouth a hard kick to his rear set him back down.
“God damn it! Does your dick like being in the dirt you little faggot!? Get up?!â€
A monstrous hand grabbed Charlie by the collar and a blue-red eye encompassed Charlie’s vision. Even if Charlie’s ears hadn't been ringing, he still would not have heard the shouting hitting his face. The over powering smell of liver & onions emanating from the drill sergeant’s breath made Charlie’s concentration wobble. It was a smell so acidicly sour that for the rest of his life Charlie would vomit on cue whenever he smelled liver & onions a Jean’s diner.
Running tripping and shouting their way across the quad, the small band of reluctant recruits entered a typical military style nondescript building. Hastily asked for his shoe size, shirt size & pants size, Charlie was just as hastily handed brand new clothes. New boots. And even new skivvies. None of which had been washed 3 times before Charlie had a chance to break them in – and he would have no choice but to wear them all day before he was used to them.
Trying to take some comfort in everything being the same shade of drab olive, Liver & Onions came screaming, “Move your lilly-white ass boy! You’re holding up the line!â€
Before he even knew where he was next, Charlie shoved into a chair and shaved perfectly bald within 10 seconds. Every last hair on his head was gone, save for his eyebrows.
Touching his head in disbelief Liver & Onions drove reality home, “What’s the matter Lilly? Upset they took too much off? Well that’s just too fucking bad! Be glad they didn't mistake your ass for your head. I’m sure as shit having a hard time at that myself! Now get the fuck out of my sight!â€
Stepping out into the bright fresh air, Charlie promptly barfed at the foot of the stairs. A soft hand patted his back and a gentle voice whispered, “I’m gonna have fun with you, Lilly.â€
The smell of liver & onions lingered.
