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This is a true story. This happened a few weeks ago. I had so much fun, I wanted to tell you all. I have been dating this guy for the past few months. I don't remember exactly how long. It was one of those things that just happened. I didn't plan on dating him. I have had a secret crush on this other guy. He is in the marines. By the way, his name is Tom. Tom has been in the marines for a few years now. I met him some time last year. Back then he had a girlfriend and was talking about getting married. He got word that he would be fighting in the war. After he learned this, his girlfriend broke up with him. She said that she couldn't handle having her man away fighting in a way. What a bitch! She dumped him right when Tom needed her the most. I didn't know that she dumped Tom. If I did, I would have taken care of him. I know what a man needs. But, he was upset and spent time with his parents. Tom said that if anything happened to him, he wanted his parents to know he loved them. He is so sweet. I got a call from my boyfriend saying that Tom was back in town. I was so shocked, I didn't even ask why he wasn't in Iraq anymore. My boyfriend said that Tom was at his apartment if I wanted to go see him. Of course I wanted to see him! I changed my clothes and went to the coffee shop to get a coffee. I have been hooked on these coffee drinks. I go to Starbucks and go crazy. I guess we all need some guilty pleasure. Though, the caffeine does get to me after awhile. I also went and grabbed a pack of smokes. What goes better with coffee than a cigarette? This is what happened at my boyfriends house. «Hello Sam» Tom said as I walked through the door. Tom looked different. His hair was cut short and he had a mustache. It looked nice, but it took me by surprise.
«I see you changed your hair style.» I said as I sat next to him. «Yeah, it is easier to deal with when fighting.» Tom said running his fingers over the top of his head. «Did you see a lot of action?» I asked. «It was pure hell. You never forget the smell of a rotting corpse.» Tom said shaking his head. Just knowing that he went through such a living hell was hard for me to handle. How could such a nice man end up in such a bad position. «I watched it on TV.» I said. «It is nothing like you see on TV. War is hell. It is hell on earth over there.» He said looking down at his feet. «It has really messed up my head.» Tom said with a frown. «I'm sorry to hear that. It must have been bad.» I said trying to comfort him. The whole time I was talking with Tom, my boyfriend sat like a dead log. He looked like he was going to throw up as he listened to Tom's war stories. «Hey guys, I have to go. I have to go to my sisters house and help her husband build a shed.» My boyfriend said as he jumped up. I knew he couldn't handle what we were talking about. He doesn't have the stomach for such things. «Do you want us to leave?» I asked while I watched him walk over to the door. «No, just lock the door when you leave.» He said as he left. «Man, what as up with Dan?» Tom asked. «I think your war stories flipped him out.» I told Tom. «Imagine what it was like to live through it?» Tom said shaking his head. I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out my nostrils. «Do you have a smoke I can bum?» Tom said as he watched me smoke my cigarette. «Sure, take as many as you want.» I said as I handed him my pack of cigarettes. He lit the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. The cigarette seemed to calm Tom. He leaned back in the couch as he puffed on his cigarette. «Why are you back home?» I asked. «Do you think you can stomach it?» Tom asked as he took a drag off of the cigarette. «Sure.» I said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I thought maybe a bunch of the troops got to come home or something. «If you wan't, then just say so.» Tom said as he put his cigarette in the ash tray. Tom pulled up his shirt and pointed to a big scar. «This is why I am no longer in Iraq.» The only time I have seen such a scar is when my grandpa had his heart surgery. His scare was almost like Tom's. His scar when from close to his neck to his belly.  «Man,
what the fuck happened?» I said looking at the scar.
«I got shot three times in my chest. I almost died. I was lucky that my fellow marines took good care of me.» He said running his finger down his scar. «You are really lucky. Wow, I can't imagine going through such a thing. «You know, it was really fucking stupid. I mean fucking stupid.» He said as he put out his cigarette. Tom took another cigarette from my pack and lit it. «I went to give some little kids some water. They hadn't had nothing to drink for almost two days. It was hot as fuck and we were afraid people were going to die.» Tom said while puffing. «We ran out of water, so I gave a little boy some of mine. I didn't want to see him get sick because he had nothing to drink.» He then paused to flick the ashes off of his cigarette. «So, he takes a drink from my bottle and gives me something to put some water in. Then, I hear a man running up near me.» Tom stopped and shook his head. It was all he could do to keep himself from crying. «Then, some son of a bitch shot me in the chest. I wasn't wearing my bullet proof vest because I thought the action was over. I thought that people could see we were trying to help the village.» He said wiping a tear from his eye. «That is so evil.» I said getting close to him. «Those mother fuckers don't care that we are giving their people food and water. All they care about is starting shit. These animals, these son of a bitches don't care about anyone. All they care about is treating their wives like shit and blowing up Jews.» He said rocking back and forth. I could tell that he was starting to get pissed off. I could see the fire in his soul. «These people are pigs. Dirty fucking pigs. Anyone who blows up little kids is a fucking pig. They don't care who you are or what you are doing. As long as they can kill you.» He said while actually stomping his feet.
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