"Billy asked him what being in a firefight was like. Shroom thought for a minute, "It's not like anything, except maybe being raped by angels.
He'd say, "I love you" to every man in the squad before rolling out, say it straight, with no joking or smart-ass lilt or warbly Christian smart in it either, just that brisk declaration like he was tightening the seat belts around everyone's soul."
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