
By Jeffrey A. Paolano
We yusta try to hide it, made the prosthetic look like the real thing. We’d always wear long pants, with laced up boots, so nobody’d wise up.
I’ve had several different kinds since that little Bouncing Betty bitch clipped me. Now I’ve got one to jog on, one for walking around, one for wearing with a suit or trousers.
We don’t hide ‘em anymore. Some guys put on flags or unit badges or tattoos. Something so people know it wasn’t a car wreck or something took it. It was service to the country. Damn it, I give it for my country.
nice! vivid imagery and careful word choice – ‘bouncing Betty bitch’ – lovely alliteration!
This “old soldier” Vietnam vet liked it–a lot.
great story! you captured a lot of character in such a short piece.
Ms. Milne, Mr. Warner (Sea Bees Chu Lai 1967-1968), Endless Edits:
Thank you for your kind observations, I find them very helpful.
Be well…be happy…
Jeff