"Yeah. I wanted to be the one to tell you."
"Okay. Thanks."
We just stare at each other. We don't show any emotion. We don't get worked up. We don't cry, 'cause guys like us just don't do that. We don't react at all, but it's tense.
He says to me, "Okay, well, good luck, Echo."
I respond, "Same to you, Squatch."
"When?"
"Tomorrow. Oh-four hundred."
"Shit. Fast."
"Yeah, they don't waste time."
Squatch just nods as he stands there in his underwear in front of his locker. I mean, what else can he do? I'm going home. He's staying. Half a world away. The big stud is happy for me, but I get that it's bad for him. He's a lifer in the army. I'm not and never was. We knew this day was coming, but it's still a tough thing, me getting my discharge. It's especially tough for two guys who've been as close as we've been.
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| Sasquatch aka Squatch |









