Battalion B, Squad 24 trudged back into the Zone after a long day of slaughter on a breezy, pleasantly cool Syracuse September day.
“Good job out there today, Guys,” Billy said, looking down at his gore-coated shoes.
“What’re you gonna do now?” asked Greg.
“I dunno. Tom, you still have that bottle under your cot?”
Tom shook his head, “No man… a bunch of 15-year-olds stole it from me, but they looked like they had some fun with it.”
“Damn…” responded the other two men of the squad in unison.