At night I lie awake and imagine
>The convoy arrives
>Just a prison bus with humvee escort
>I bury myself in the yard
>Feel the worms and grubs slither and adjust to my imposition
>Hear the sounds of men barking orders, shuffles of conflict, clicking of razers
>I wait
>Convoy departs
>I wait
>Patrols are utilized to catch stragglers
>I leave my burial place, not the same as I went in
>Wait for opportunity
>Tease my presence to a lone patrol
>Create an opportunity
>He wants to catch a draft dodger
>I want to catch dinner
There are 12 holes in the Human Male body. Imagine my joy.