Little White Slave Girl Part 1
Leon Baker held his AR15 across his chest as he walked through his little stretch of mountain, following a trail cut through the woods. He loved his little stretch of Kentucky, it reminded him of the early seventies when he was just a child, just out of high school. He was on patrol. Really he was just walking through the swamps, waiting for his refer to come to harvest, but in his mind he was in the boonies again. He was in the Re-public of Viet-Nam again. He was on patrol again. He was walking point again. He had never really left Vietnam, not really. He was a king there. Sure, he was a grunt, he was nothing more than another Nigger PFC in a white man’s army, fighting a white man’s war. He was …