Thursday, June 25, 2009

Radio Dead

Bob opened the tent flap and stepped out into the compound. Inhaling the cold, crisp country air, he took out his pipe and stuffed it full of 'tobacco' until it was overflowing. Digging out a match from his shirt pocket, he lit it and took a couple of deep drags from it.

He then grabbed his rifle and started on the one mile walk to the edge of the compound. Once there, he would relieve the current sentry on duty and then spend the next several hours becoming one with Mother Nature.
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