The Continuing Adventures Of Motor-Pool Mickey

by thoughtsonthedead

AN AIR FORCE BASE IN THE EARLY SIXTIES

“Airman Hart, what’s in that duffel bag?”

“Furious raccoons, Sargent.”

“And where are going with that duffel bag?”

“Band practice, Sargent.”

“Is this like the cricket thing?” We couldn’t get those little bastards out of the mess hall for weeks.”

“No, Sarge. The crickets were for playing.”

“And what are the raccoons for?”

“The saxophone section keeps dragging.”

“Where did you even get raccoons from?”

“PX.”

“Okay.”

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