A third man walked up and stood between Easton and me. He began digging in a pile of clothes that I had assumed belonged to
I swear that it totally flew over my head.
“Your underwear? Why would someone steal your underwear,” I asked. He said, “I don’t know, but I can’t find it, and I know I had left it here before I went into the shower.”
I swear that it still hadn’t dawned on me.
“I opened my backpack and said, “Maybe I put it in here by mistake with my dirty laundry, what color was it?”
It was at THIS moment that I looked at
“Gray, they were gray! I can’t believe someone stole my fucking underwear.”
IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!
I laughed straight in that poor soldier’s face. He stared at me with a pissed off look like I’d punched him with my laughter. I said, “Man, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, I just think it’s messed up that someone stole your drawers.” Then without skipping a beat, I looked at Easton and said, “Hey, Rob (
Easton said, “You can’t tell anyone about this shit! Do you hear me?” He outranked me, so he tried to make it sound like an order, but it came out like a child saying, “You can’t tell mom about this”. I was too busy trying to figure out whom I was going to tell first to pay him any attention. We walked into the sleep tent and folded neatly on his bunk was the pair of gray underwear that
Two days later I found a red L and a red R written on the back of a pair of my boots…