It was July 4, 2000 when Papa finally saw a doctor about a strange bump. The doctor said it was Cancer. "0" excerpt (c)
It was July 4, 2000 when Papa finally saw adoctor about a strange bump on his left side underneath his armpit. Much to my mother's and grandmother's dismay the doctor said it was Cancer. And he quickly deteriorated in weeks. I had a year and a half to go in the army. I was stationed at Fort Lee Virginia . My job was a grave digger (MORTUARY AFFAIRS). IN BETWEEN ALCOHOLIC BLACK OUTS AND HANGOVERS, COURTESY OF CAPTAIN MORGAN, COORS, DEAD GUY ALE, ARROGANT BASTARD ALE AND WHAT EVER ELSE I COULD CONSUME, I KEPT MY GRANDIOSE EGO Sane Enough to convince my platoon sergeant to send me to a pre-promotional board for my sergeant stripes. I did the best out of nine other soldiers in the company. My sergeant was very proud. A week later I came up on orders for deployment to Kosovo. A week before I left for Kosovo, my mom called me on the phone in tears desperately begging me to visit Papa. Therefore, I got on that plane with Vodka chased with White Zinfandel buzz. Smoked like a drag...