Standing on the Edge

Ever been eighteen and in charge of making sure bombs don't go off? 


 


I was standing at an edge. I don’t think anyone in EOD had


ever been court marshaled. It just wasn’t done. But then EOD never


had stupid eighteen-year-old lance corporals to deal with. I would


probably be the first ever to get the axe, if for no other reason than


to send the message to the higher-ups that letting lower-ranking


kids like me into the field was a mistake. A court martial would


ripple through the EOD world like nothing else. I would lose my


top-secret clearance, which would mean that I’d be thrown out of


the field. Then, if I weren’t escorted directly into jail, I would be sent


to the jungles as a grunt, to die in some miserable swamp. But on


a deeper level, and perhaps even more personally menacing, I was


returned to the pit of childhood oppression…


 


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Published on November 29, 2016 09:59
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