In Our Name Page #4

Like what?

Oh, come on, Jackson, stop messing about.

What's going on up there?

Before we go any further, I need to know if this goes down on my record.

I mean, you know, could it affect my chances of promotion?

Depends how severe your symptoms are. So, what's going on?

Nothing, really, just been having a lot of sleepless nights.

Just been jet lagged more than anything, I think.

Got it in my head I can't sleep now.

Well, you do look a bit knackered.

- So, it's just sleepless nights, is it?

- Yeah.

Any recurring nightmares?

Nothing serious. Like I said.

So, everything's been going pretty well, actually.

Still haven't found a fella yet, but decided I don't want one anyway.

They're all wankers.

Work's been going all right, though.

Been climbing up the tables every month at the minute.

Yeah? That's good.

That reminds us, actually.

I'm doing a project with one of my classes on the war.

Some of the kids are dead interested in the soldiers and that,

so I told them that once you'd come back that you may be able to talk to them.

- Eh?

- It won't be any sweat. You could show off a bit, couldn't you?

- Oh, for f***'s sake, Marie. When?

- Not until you've been back a while.

Give you a chance to chill out and that.

I dunno, it's a bit weird being back, to be honest.

Has there been much trouble round here lately?

No more than usual, like.

I don't know what it is.

It's like she doesn't want to come near me, you know what I mean?

We haven't even had sex once.

Just...just f***ing weird.

I mean, we've never had problems in the past.

You don't think she's been shagging somebody else while she was there?

What are you talking about, shagging somebody else?

Are you trying to tretch me? What's the matter?

Definitely not, man. I'd f***ing kill her if she was.

All right, Mark, calm down. All right, I'm sorry. Sorry, keep your voice down.

It's just, er, most of the birds are at it out there, you know.

I mean, think about it.

There's no women apart from your comrades for months on end.

Most of the lasses just do it to stop the lads pestering them.

You know what I mean? I heard about this one bird, f***ing hell.

She gave head to a whole battalion in one night.

One in, one out, there must've been a queue of them down Baghdad high street.

She must've been absolutely full of it by the time they'd finished with her.

Will you f***ing shut your mouth, Tony? What's the matter with you?

What are you talking about? I'm just telling you a story.

Hi.

All right, er, I'm here for Cassie Jackson. Is she here?

Cass?

Yeah. Where is she?

She was one of the first to leave.

She darted off pretty sharpish.

Well, did she leave with someone?

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