Foliage
I place my boot on the neck of this commie bone bag, the toe resting on his chin. I think, I hate this wet heat he breathes. At least there is no rain in it--for now. I hate his elusive sky, too. A sky filled with foliage, unlike the limbs and leaves of the hickory or oak trees back home. "Slats, you and Mad-dog planning to marry that commie beaner," Luke hissed at me. I watch as reality seems to shift; 5' 7", 176 pounds of ground foliage in front of me apparently transforms itself into a Forced Recon Marine, even though my mind knows it is just Luke stepping out of the underbrush.1 Foliage, there is an appropriate sound--and smell. Foliage, aged and weary foulness. I long for a dry breath of clear air from home where foliage is something read about in the geography books, not swum through, or sloshed through, or sunk into. I glance at Luke. Luke and I are similar. There are just some minor differences between us. I am 11 1/2" taller--part of the reason I'm called "Slats." I can tan, even in winter, as long as the sun is out. He is from the smog and the city. Luke notices my rambling thoughts, and grins. It's a grin that reminds me there is a whole lot of menace compressed in that ash white bod
3) 2nd looey: Slang for Second lieutenant. An Officers rank in the Marine Corps. SITREP: Situational Report. A status check of people, items, and/or places that are relevant to the completion of a given mission. Mad-dog flows into my hands as I pull the aged and weary foulness around me. I wear it. I use the foliage once more to cloak the predator. From Mad-dog's direction, I hear the humming of a happy tune. Luke, the left hand, sinks into the soup around us. He is more at home, there, than I: he can become the foliage. Luke takes the drag, as I set the pace. The rest of the team follow, just as invisible as Luke. This may be their land, their home, but they are not part of the soup, the foliage. They fight in their backyard for what they believe in; we are here to convince them of their error. We have come to their home to show them the beauty of democracy or the usefulness of foliage.
Some common words found in the essay are:
God4 Mad-dog, Reconnaissance Team, Mad-dog Shut, R Recon, R Presence2, Luke Luke, , Recon Marine, Situational Report, Slats Mad-dog, tracking communications, 2nd looey, tracking communications station, communications station, aged weary foulness, forced recon, aged weary, mud foliage, recon marine, forced recon marine, jungle foliage, soup mud foliage, wet air, struggling wet air, commie beaner,
Approximate Word count = 1922
Approximate Pages = 8 (250 words per page double spaced)
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