When I go I will leave some loose ends, some things undone. I suspect I am not in the majority for expecting this, but is this prospect so awful?

In our Western Desert, Lance Corporal Peterson was the end all, our only source of rational sanity and our only chance for survival.

Roy stood up abruptly with a hard look on his face.

"You just pissed in the soup. STOP PISSING IN THE GODDAMN SOUP!"

Food is the social currency.

So there I was in the bookstore when this guy wearing a red purse pulls a large medicine bottle and a sock out of the purse. Oh wait, that was me.

Gridley pulled a flask out of his pocket.

The chef was arthritic, with one bad eye and one really bad eye.