Firefight

Not used to 'neighborhood' really.  Always lived out yonder.  Quiet nights.  Folks setting off firecrackers all night, endless bursts of automatic weapons,

occasional 'Thump' of a Mortar, lots of scattered rifle fire.  Finally, the crescendo, major West Texas Thunderstorm, tremendous lightning, loud thunder. 

I'm not usually bothered by storms, but the full on night engagement had already set me on edge, so when the rockets started coming in, I was far away

and busy as hell.  Dog woke me up, thoroughly soaked in sweat, half out of the bed anyway, surprised I didn't have my rifle.

I need to drink more.

~~4Branch