The Desert

A Story by Behemoth

Exaggerated short story about some of my experiences.

So there I was, standing amongst the others who like me had sold their soul to the devil. We were a wild bunch, drunk, and often silly on the job. What we lacked in discipline, we made up for in ale, energy drinks, and hand rolled cigars of the clandestine type of course. My recruiter once told me that, "The Marine Corps was composed of the best individuals our Nation had to offer." Looking out into the beer garden in the desert where like zombies, Marines, waltz around armed to the teeth, loose of the Yuengling and battery acid, and high off the diesel fumes, I'd say my recruiter was on to something.