Rockets and mortar whistled overhead as Len and Joe hunkered down in their bunker, wincing as the impacts rocked the ground.
“Pass me that beef stew MRE , Joe.”
“Sure. Can I have the freeze dried peaches?”
“What is this high school? We trading lunches or something?” A mortar landed nearby and sent dirt and debris over their heads.
“Do you even remember high school?”
“Half the time I can’t even remember my own name or if I like Wheaties or hot buttered grits.”
“I remember high school,” Joe said wistfully. “Oh Karen, I miss you.”
Len looked around, “Who the freak is Karen, you pea-head?”
“She was the love of my life, back in high school, lovely girl, very sweet, only…”
Len sighed but had to ask, “Only what?”
“I was a fool, Len, a stupid fool!”
“That’s really not surprising.” Both men cringed as another explosion hit close.
“I just couldn’t get past her one tiny flaw.”
“Which was, and be quick before I kill you myself.”
“My family, we own a dairy farm, see, and she was…she was lactose intolerant!”