““We’re heading to the BX for supplies,” I tell him. “Am I going with?” He asks. “Well, thirteen isn’t the luckiest number so you can go. But you stay right with me and do exactly what I tell you. No hesitation,” I say noticing Lynn glance in our direction and shake her head in resignation. “Let’s load up,” I yell across the ramp to the teams gathered in groups. The teams check ammo and load into the crew buses. I check with Sergeant Watkins to get directions to the BX and step into the crew... bus with Robert right behind me. Red Team is already seated on the padded benches with their M-16s resting on the floor between their legs. “Everyone good to go?” I say and am met with thumbs up from everyone. “Park yourself there,” I say to Robert. He has stuffed his pockets with magazines and has to pull the ones in his back pockets out in order to sit. He reaches up to scratch his head. He’s nervous, I think watching him. I could have almost choreographed that move as it is one of his signs that he doesn’t feel comfortable. I know I did that exact same thing when I was his age. Funny how DNA can cause similar actions like that.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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