Full Medical (Chapter 1, page 2 of 13)


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Chapter 1

He had looked into his first dead eyes as he had searched a dead raghead for ID near a little town on the Iraqi-Syrian border. He would see many more as a soldier in five years of war in the Middle East, both on his side and theirs. His was the third major war there of the new millennium. The most recent one started in 2038 and his years in it had not been good for his mental health, although his physical health hadn't started deteriorating until he began to hit the bottle. Until then he was just another muscular marine who brought a fistful of medals home to a family that didn't care. Especially Julie. Fuckin' bitch was already sleeping with Jimmy before I landed in Norfolk.

The drinking had only started with the divorce and loss of custody of his children. Now he had no idea where Julie or the kids were, although he wished he had Julie there to ask her what to do. The old Julie, not the slut that was screwin' around while I fought ragheads over there. The old Julie, she was the smart one. He found a partially filled pint bottle of cheap bourbon in one of the deep pockets of the soiled tan raincoat he always wore. A quick nip gave him courage to approach the trash bin again. He tugged at the rings in his ear and scratched his mohawk, pleased with himself. Another sip emboldened him enough so that he could lift the lid again. The problem with this corpse is that he's naked. Big naked mother fucker. Maybe a yachtsman? Lexington Park had a few pleasure boats visiting from time to time although their owners usually ate in the new yacht club over on the Patuxent River. Cindy's mostly catered to the locals, fly boys from the Naval Air Station, and the less mobile vacationers, like those who rented summer cottages.

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