Today’s excerpt is from the 5-part story I’ve been posting from the last month or so. In this one, Artie is leaving for Vietnam the next day and really doesn’t want to go. He’s spending his last day with his girlfriend, Gina.
“It’s just a real bummer, you know?” said Gina. “Here I thought we were going to get married some day, have a family, a big house and all that. But how can I marry you if you’re dead?”
Marriage. The word echoed in Artie’s mind. The marriage deferment was nonexistent, but maybe, just maybe, if he married Gina, he’d have a leg to stand on when reporting tomorrow. Maybe they’d take pity on a newlywed, give him an extra week, buy him some extra time to come up with a real excuse.
“So what’s stopping us?”
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