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In a misguided attempt to get closer to his crush Doc recommends a transfer. It doesn't help.
You’d probably forgive your old friend “Doc” for his recommendation for your reassignment to his current post so he’d have some help with everyone who ‘kept dying and wouldn’t obey the natural laws of the universe and stay dead’, and only to subsequently die again. You’re not entirely sure how he managed to phrase that so that your transfer was approved, but someone probably didn’t care about how they did their job and whether or not it was actually done properly.
It’s not the first time that you’ve had to wonder who is running the army.
Crash!
“Goddamnit, Caboose!”
“Tucker did it.”
“Fuck that!”
Someday. In the not-anywhere-near future.
“Blargh-honk-honk!”
“Junior, get the fuck out!”
“Hey, don’t yell at my kid!”
“Ow! Junior is biting me!”
Maybe.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
Speak of the devil.
You turned to Doc, crashing and yelling coming from the interior of the Blue’s base. You stared at him from behind your gold visor, thinking of your former post and fondly remembering the sanity there.
Alien honks and pitiful human cries drifted out of the Blue base just as the Reds appeared on the hill to yell insults in an attempt to draw the Blue out for the daily scrimmage. You turned your radio on.
“I fucking hate you.”
Take care that no one hates you justly.
~Publilius Syrus