Private Richard Machine came out of the latrine thankful he’d made it in
time. The 20 minute ride back to Camp Polkner had been bumpy; at times he’d cursed
his luck certain he’d explode. Machine swore he’d lay off the hard liquors; it
always soured his stomach the next day. Since the crisis was over, he decided
to stop at Geedunk to pick up some hangover foods. There was no telling how
long it’d take the commander to get on site and they’d missed both breakfast
and lunch. Besides, the chow hall wouldn’t open again until 6pm and that was
too long to wait. Fortunately, Geedunk was on the way off base, which meant he
could hit it up and be back before West killed the prisoner.