About a month before I joined the Army my brother and I stood on a mountain pass and watched a storm approach. My brother rolled a joint, lit it off the end of his cigarette and handed it to me. I asked him about the Army. He said it isn't so bad. It's a lazy man's job really, he added. That sounded pretty good to me. I gave him the joint and looked up at the clouds zipping across the dark sky. It's going to snow, I said, sat on a rock, gazed down at an empty road and wondered how many cars would pass before someone gave us a ride.
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