They Come Out at Night… Mostly… Mostly

We thought we were safe, but all of the automatic guns must’ve been out of ammo. They came at us searching for shave gel and a cold one. None of us were safe.

Lance, who’d seen this kind of situation before, decided the best option was to drink one last beer and say goodbye to our insides.

Luckily we found someone who was willing to help us.

When the daylight came the marines kept them in line.