Rounds chambered. Safeties off.

“Ready.”

We face the wall.

No one’s innocent. Still, one looks twelve, another an old padre… Their stares tear through the blindfolds.

“Aim!”

Our weapons rise. I glance at a fellow corporal. He looks away.

“F—”

Wars are messy, but I didn’t expect to shoot—

Joey thinks he’ll probably be the one to be lined up against the wall when the time comes… Meanwhile, you can visit him at joeytoey.com.