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Let God Sort 'Em Out

We were pinned down, just the sarge and me. Everyone else was dead. We were surrounded on every side, no way out. I looked at Sarge and asked, "What do we do Sarge?"

"Wackemall," Sarge replied, "just wackemall on 3-2-1...!"

We cut loose with everything we had. I fired the .50 Cal until I ran out of ammo, grabbed a grenade launcher and fired in every direction until their were no more grenades, fired my rifle until I ran out of rounds then picked up Sarge's side arm off the ground beside of him and shot at everything that wasn't already burning until I ran out of bullets!

And then everything was quiet....

I guess I really did wackemall just like Sarge told me to do. Too bad he didn't live to see it.

I Never Saw Her Again


"What did you say?" I asked. I knew she was upset but she wasn't making any sense.

"Wackemall!" she shouted again, "Just wackemall!"

"Okay, I get it," I said as she turned to walk away. "Don't let the door hit you in your wackemall on the way out."