Home from the War
We were four army buddies home from Iraq. We’d been eating sand and pissing dust for over a year and were dying for a genuine, frost sweating long neck beer in a bar listening to the loudest band we could find. In the next week we wanted to get drunk, laid, laid, drunk then laid again. My home town was the closest to the base so I called my younger sister and told her I had three friends and we were coming to town. I asked her if she could set up a party with some of her college friends for us homecoming heroes. She got excited, squealed with delight and promised me a welcome I would never forget. My sister Ashley is two years younger than me. She had just started her second year …