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musesandlyrics5.16. "Your brother is in a bad hour here and the only way through this is you."
Pride and Glory
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There was a light snow laying that morning from a fall the night before. It was cold, but nothing that Mike couldn't handle. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them, shaking some snow off his heavy booty as he watched the familiar-looking Army building that Rob had disappeared into a good hour ago. This was Mike's first time at Fort Hamilton, but he had basically made it impossible for Rob to refuse to let him come along for moral support. Out of respect, Mike was in uniform, even if he wasn't technically here in an official capacity like his friend was. Rob, adorned in a similar uniform but of Sergeant ranking, was here to hear of his service fate, the day finally coming for his medical specialists to meet minds with his commanding officers to decide whether he could be fit to return to service any time soon. Leila wouldn't have been allowed in this part of the brig, so Mike became a hemorrhoid and didn't take no for an answer when Rob said he was fine to come to the meeting alone. On the outside, he had seemed fine, albeit reserved. He didn't say much, though, and didn't make much eye contact either. Mike knew this meant Rob was worried and nervous inside, just trying not to make a big deal out of it. Who wouldn't be nervous or worried? Everything he had worked for and achieved could be on the chopping block, especially when Rob himself knew he still wasn't right after the trauma in Afghanistan.
( It wasn't long before Rob exited the main building and came storming across the court yard, a deep-set frown on his features. His foot falls were heavy in the snow, and seemed to be only glancing up to make sure he didn't plough into anyone... )
Word Count | 2,338
Pride and Glory
Co-written with
a68whiskeyThere was a light snow laying that morning from a fall the night before. It was cold, but nothing that Mike couldn't handle. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them, shaking some snow off his heavy booty as he watched the familiar-looking Army building that Rob had disappeared into a good hour ago. This was Mike's first time at Fort Hamilton, but he had basically made it impossible for Rob to refuse to let him come along for moral support. Out of respect, Mike was in uniform, even if he wasn't technically here in an official capacity like his friend was. Rob, adorned in a similar uniform but of Sergeant ranking, was here to hear of his service fate, the day finally coming for his medical specialists to meet minds with his commanding officers to decide whether he could be fit to return to service any time soon. Leila wouldn't have been allowed in this part of the brig, so Mike became a hemorrhoid and didn't take no for an answer when Rob said he was fine to come to the meeting alone. On the outside, he had seemed fine, albeit reserved. He didn't say much, though, and didn't make much eye contact either. Mike knew this meant Rob was worried and nervous inside, just trying not to make a big deal out of it. Who wouldn't be nervous or worried? Everything he had worked for and achieved could be on the chopping block, especially when Rob himself knew he still wasn't right after the trauma in Afghanistan.
( It wasn't long before Rob exited the main building and came storming across the court yard, a deep-set frown on his features. His foot falls were heavy in the snow, and seemed to be only glancing up to make sure he didn't plough into anyone... )
Word Count | 2,338
