Casualty Reports.
In the back of the semi truck, Roadblock had just finished a muffin from one of the boxes in the middle of a story with Honda Lou. "-hen she confessed to being arachnophobic."
"Hah, how much trouble did she get, doing dat with a 30-year-man's hat?" She asked him, chewing on a salami.
"She spent the rest of the trip in the brig, while Conrad only spent half that." He told her.
"And this G.I. Joe group, what position are ya?" She asked next.
"Me, I'm just another guy with a machine gun; no-one special, hun." He told her, looking out the back.
"You shouldn't put yerself down like that, Mr. Roadblock. You'll be a-"
"A what, a hero, to hell with that! All i do is kill people, or watch someone else do so. Like Phuoc Long, i can still see what was left of that V.C.'s head in my nightmares sometimes. I forget how many times i asked myself who he was, who his family was, how much they must miss him." He tells her, then noticed her tearing up. "...I, I shouldn't have said that...I'm sorry, kid." He said, and patted her on the back.
"No, ah am. Ah was hopin' it was only mah brothah Benny who done went through dat. What a right cheerful boy he was when he first left, wanted to be one of them ancha' men; but when he came back; aint spoke a word, even to this day." She told him.
After a while, Roadblock then told her about he first got into the gourmet business.
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