Faces In The Book

The sergeant was wounded by a Claymore three months ago. One soldier was killed and eight wounded from this single mine. The sergeant lowers his pants and lifts his T-shirt to show me twenty-seven shrapnel wounds. As soon as the wounds healed, he was back in action.

The sergeant says, “I have a friend whose arms were amputated. Now he’s got to pay a puta (whore) to jack him off.”