Day 3--G.I. Blow

G.I. Blow. He raises his binoculars in the direction of the sun. The school looks calm today, but he knows that something is wrong. He can feel it. Off in the distance, ‘copters are coming. He remembers the news reports of the two boys in trenchcoats who did it last time. He drags off his cigarette and does a bump. Better than coffee. His heart can’t be contained. He sails over the buildings to meet the children. “I’ll save you, They need to arm these fucking teachers. That’s what they need to do. This wouldn’t be happening.” No more nightmares of these babies getting hurt. This shouldn’t be happening. These innocents should not be taking a vow to walk into a warzone unprepared.

“This is my vow to God. Suffer the little children, for they shall not be harmed.” He carefully polishes one of his. You best believe that they were alphabetized. Mademoiselle Kalashnikov. SAs. The vintage stuff was in its own display case. Pristine and clean. His run in the Corps only taught him that things should be more organized. No mixing up ammo that way. Lots of labelmaker labels made.

Best of all, his handgun-shaped cigarette lighter. It made him laugh. “Better not take it to court or the VA.” He puts out his first cigarette of the day and starts loading up the ammo. He can hear the police helicopters announcing something about hostages. He aims towards what he knows to be the First and Second Grade classrooms. Nobody is leaving. “Just be an adult. Just be an adult." Someone tall walks out; he sees it through the scope. “Whew.” He lets fire.

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 Headline: 10 Teachers, 50 Students Killed by Sniper


Who knew the real story? Only G.I. Blow. Please remember that some of his guns were illegally-owned, through ex-military bounty hunter connections. Please remember that his cocaine was the best you could get in the tri-state area. For he had been among the few and the proud. Please remember, as he did, that this life is only about the children that you protect. Remember the man who had angel wings of fire.

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