(Editorial note: This is the work of Ancisace, who graciously gave me permission to copy his addition to my story here. Thanks again, Anci!)

Chapter 13 - Another Restless Night

Ancisace couldn't sleep. He used to feel this way after spending the day kayaking. It always felt like his bed was rising and falling like the crisp, mineral clouded water he had spent the day upon. He was experiencing that now. Whenever he closed his eyes he could feel the movements of combat, the slow and cautious turns of the T.A.B [Tactical Advance to Battle] and the frantic sprint of cover gained and fire avoided. It was annoying.Ancisace couldn't sleep. He used to feel this way after spending the day kayaking. It always felt like his bed was rising and falling like the crisp, mineral clouded water he had spent the day upon. He was experiencing that now. Whenever he closed his eyes he could feel the movements of combat, the slow and cautious turns of the T.A.B [Tactical Advance to Battle] and the frantic sprint of cover gained and fire avoided. It was annoying.

He opened his eyes and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He had one of the top bunks, and that ceiling was less than two feet away. He had put pictures there, many pictures. Things he had seen, friends and women he had met and loved. Things to remind him what he was fighting for whenever the panic alarm sounded.

The soldier sensed that his room-mate was awake. The Grammar Police01 was the old man of the team now, and he never had trouble sleeping after a scrap.

"Say, Grammar...got any sleeping pills?"

"...no."

"How come? You always sleep well after a fight. I thought you'd have SOMETHING. None of that hippy herbal stuff?"

"None."

"There's got to be something."

"There isn't. Shut the fuck up already."

Ancisace sighed and tucked his hands behind his head.

"Jack bastard...what's your secret?"

There was silence from the bunk below.

"If I tell you, will shut your fucking cum dumpster?"

Ancisace grinned.

"Yes sir, Mister Grammar, sir."

There was movement beneath him. The matress grinched a little as The Grammar Police01 shifted position.

"Two things. One, I get to know that those godless, ungrammatical bastards will die and take that fucked up language of theirs with them."

"And the second?"

"Fapping on a combat high kicks ass, but it gets tiring after the first few times. Now go to sleep! It might be all you get for a while."




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