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HOUND HILL, TN
1Loaded up the milk and eggs to take over to Miss Dripp’s boardin’ house. Pop had me doin’ deliveries since those days I wasn’t much use for anything else. When he would scowl at me limpin’ around the kitchen in the mornin’, I’d say at least I didn’t come home in a pine box, but Pop said Navy boys never do. They either come home on two legs, or if they are lucky, sink fast to the bottom of the ocean so they black out before they run out of air. And if they ain’t lucky, they get torn apart by the sharks. If he only knew what it was like out there in the great blue nothin’. I didn’t come home on exactly two legs, I told him. Maybe one and a half. But he just turned his head and spat juice at the coffee can on the dirty, warped linoleum. Guess he was sore. I didn’t make adm
