Nov 12, 2018
7 min read
A Gay Vet’s 11 November Musings
You can thank me, but I might not like it
My boots squish through mud that sucks and clutches at my ankles.
Rain soaked through my winter cammies hours ago, weighing me down. Now it’s pelting me in the face, but I’m so exhausted I don’t care. I can’t see a thing. Low clouds blanket the moon, the night sky is…
