Even the platoon buffoon in him was
shamed by a character trait that showed
up late. He didn’t ask for a second helping,
he demanded another plate as if he’d
never been served in the first place.
Maybe he was amazed when Servery staff
deferred to the demand. I suspect no-one
could understand why a man of sane mind
would want more of the most god-awful
slops ever served – probably thought he’d
gone mad and deserved to suffer of it.
When he returned with the food we made
more space than he needed. He rated
our mute protest with his own brand of
cynicism, ‘Y’all recognise the man among
yah then,’ he said. When laughter abated
our leader laconically conceded, ‘Yeah
mate, and less of your vomit will reach us!’
© 2007-02-18, I.D. Carswell
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