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Chapter 2

Bythatpoint,IfeltlikeIwasmadeofumeboshifromthewaistondown.Iwavedthewhiteflag.

Afterthat,ItalkedwithRitaabouteverything-Yonabaruwhonevershutup,SergeantFerrellandhistrainingobsession,therivalrybetweenourplatoonandthe4th.Forherpart,Ritatoldmethingsshehadn’thadtimetogettointhelastloop.WhennotencasedinherJacket,theBitchworeashysmilethatsuitedherwell.Herfingertipssmelledofmachinegrease,pickledplum,andahintofcoffee.

Idon’tknowwhichflagsI’dsetorhow,butonthat160thloopmyrelationshipwithRitadeepenedasitneverhadbefore.Thenextmorning,CorporalJinYonabarudidn’twakeuponthetopbunk.Hewokeuponthefloor.