The Grim ReaperChapter 34 Hospital
I woke up and knew instantly I was in a hospital. I’d been in enough by now to know what it felt like. The biggest clue was simply that everything was clean. Iraq was simply filthy. I don’t think there was a soldier in the battalion who wasn’t carrying around an extra five pounds of dirt, in his lungs, in his bowels, and in every nook and cranny of his body. Even when you cleaned something, you were simply moving it from a condition of greater filthiness to lesser filthiness. Nothing was ever...