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the
morning.” Garrick’s suggestion made sense.
    Jackson
watched Jimmy bypass the healthy bar, heading right for the grill line. There
were more options than he thought. Breakfast this morning was damn good, he
headed for the main line spying pizza. Shea trailed after him while Garrick
followed Jimmy. With their front man’s new eating plan, he’d cut out junk in
order to bulk up some. There was a running bet to see how long he could go
without beer. The fact there wasn’t any—at least not an alcoholic one—had them
all laughing at his outraged face in the base px . So
far he’d won twenty bucks.
    He
waited his turn and plied his plate with a two small pizzas, fist bumped Shea and
headed over to the grill to nab a grilled chicken sandwich. Easing around the
buffet style dining facility, after grabbing a can of soda, he headed over to a
table with only one empty seat. “Mind if I join you?”
    “Hell
no.” Sergeant Sanders moved over. Jackson grinned and set his food down,
sliding into his seat. He acknowledged his new dinner mate’s before bowing his
head for a few seconds in thanks.
    “I
don’t think I’ve ever seen a rocker pray before eating.” The table caste
glances past him to his bandmates who were in conversation and eating.
    “Sometimes
we surprise people.” Jackson grinned at the cute African American woman beside
him.
    “I’ve
never been to a rock show before. To think, I’ve been missing out all this
time. You play one of the guitars.”
    “Yeah,
I normally play bass but sometimes I switch up with Garrick and play lead.
Jimmy plays rhythm. All of us can play more than one guitar and other
instruments.”
    “Oh.
That’s complicated. I didn’t know there were different guitars.”
    “Jimmy
and Garrick play the high notes and all the fancy showboating. While the bass
and drums bring all the sounds together. I enjoy the low notes and the
responsibility that comes with playing the low end.”
    “That’s
cool. I never thought about the individual parts.” She engaged in eating for a few
seconds.
    “So
long have you all been in the army?”
    “Two
years,” a soldier at the end of the table answered. Jackson couldn’t see his
name.
    “Seven,”
the man next to him replied, and dug into his food. Jackson looked over at the
young woman thinking less than five for sure. Since she couldn’t be a day over
twenty-one.
    “Six
years,” she answered. Damn he was wrong. He cocked his head to the side trying to
figure out how she looked so young and shook his head.
    “I’m
grateful for the sacrifice you make for me every day. Thank you.” He dug into
his pizza.
    “How
was the flight?” Jackson didn’t catch the name and didn’t want to rudely stare
to search it out, figuring the speaker would introduce himself at some point,
or not.
    “Combat
landing was surprising and harsh, felt almost like I was in a simulated video
game. They should warn a man that the plane is going to spiral down into this
tight ass valley. I swear Garrick was praying and Jimmy was all fuck yeah, damn adrenalin junkie. Shea’s
face had a green sheen for the rest of the day.”
    “Yeah,
that can be harsh if you’ve never experienced before. I barfed during my first
ride. Wearing protective gear was pretty cool though.”
    “For
a second there the thought crossed my mind too. I’m sorry I didn’t get your
name.”
    “Staff
Sergeant Grant.”
    “Well,
the plane for sure doesn’t have a bed to crash in or a wet bar. But all in all it
wasn’t a bad flight.” Jackson looked down the table and chuckled.
    “Or
attractive flight attendants,” Staff Sergeant Grant interjected.
    “I’m
trying really hard to not be my normal—I’m trying to be respectful here, at
least more so than back home. Comments like that make it hard.” Jackson
polished off his food.
    “Do
you have time for a quick interview?” Staff Sergeant Lopez, the newest addition
to the table asked. The rest of the table all waited on his