Staff/Sgt Hooms missed badly.
“Mother FUCK!“ He swore loud enough that we heard him in the mess fifty meters away. He slapped his holster as though about to shoot the offending golf disc, then swaggered out to retrieve it and try again, shaking his head with exaggerated disgust.
This, like everything he did, was a performance. He wanted all of us to see that, despite his lack of combat experience, he was a salty old veteran.
I’d seen his type before. Career NCOs yearning for a combat star. They strutted around the FOB like John Wayne, armed to the teeth.
Brilliant characterisation. I could see him strutting around – exactly as he’d have wished! Well done.
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Yeah. R. Lee Ermey died a few days back. Reminds me of him.
Meanwhile the real deal keep sit low key. Yep, that’s the way of it.
I know the type. This characterization is spot-on.
A wannabe. He has no idea he’s making himself a spectacle.
Sounds familiar, best he stays in the FOB and settles down.
Brilliant write. As usual. You do have a knack…
Great characterisation. Well observed.
Every solid upright inch a soldier!
How very sad that his military life was so important to him.
Brilliant character sketch. Well done.
Very authentic. Brilliantly written.
Authentic voice and great details.