Flushing

"An angel? You must be joking."

"An angel."

"Are you good?" Tarek shut his eyes and began praying.

"Good enough." Lt. Flushing then shot Tarek twice in the forehead.

Lt. Arnold Flushing had gone AWOL in a big way.

Lt. Flushing didn't lose a friend, a leg, or a battle. He didn’t see any dead women, elderly persons, or children. He wasn't syphilitic, insane or cancerous.

Lt. Flushing was an asshole.

Picking through Tarek's pockets, he grinned at the two beautiful holes he had left in all that was Tarek.

"Sayonara."

The lieutenant wondered aloud "Is there a milk carton with my face on it somewhere?"