God’s New Blessed Soldier

Damn don’t need to be doin’ nuttin’ but sit around. Sittin’ around watchin’ wife and boy train and clean and do stuff.

Da’ trainin’ looks to be going’ good. Damn boy gotta’ combat rolls like a true soldier. He can cock and load ‘dat gun like a seasoned killer. Even the shottin’ down. Hit ‘dat bullseye wit one shot. Not even shootin’ with da’ best gun. Army only loaned old one. One mama keeps showin’ ‘em how to lock and load. Can clean ‘dat thing with a blind fold. Neat to watch. Wishin’ I could do ‘dat.

Wit the comin’ of the shootin’ is a whole new house. There’s been changes since I be here last. All the chairs and tables are arranged like course of killing. Boy wakes up darn early and climbs over chairs and unders chairs. Does manuvers on the table top. Does a lot of crazy stuff on dat dare table top. Amazin’ boy be only 6 Tropos Old. Not even a whole Hex.

Army hormones da’ good stuff. I need me some.

Army darn did come and come get me. Take me way to cell. Dark in there. Don’t knowin’ why gotta go. No one said nuttin’. Just sit in dark cell. Hopin’ son doin’ fine all time.

Home now. Feelin’ bad. Body hurt. Pain. Can’t move. Son doin’ good. Took ma’ place. Doin’ all that work I was. Try da help. Try, but can’t move body. Sittin’ in cell long.