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\nSextus PropertiusElegies Il,i,43无by Fti4BY HUNT BROWN  \nA TALE OF WOUNDS  \nHuntBrown.com  \nA Tale of Wounds,copyright 2009 by Hunt Brown,all rightsreserved.  \nISBN/EAN 1449507891/9781449507893  \nThis is a wotk of fiction.Any similarity to any person,place,or thing is entirely coincidental.Any real person,place orthing is used fictitiously and only for the purposes ofverisimilitude within the context of the story.  \n☰  \n## Part One\n\nChapter One  \nI went to Boston because Airtran had a sale.No other reason and itwas all things considered a stupid reason to die.But like the oldlady thatswallowed a fly,one thing lead inexorably to another and the reason Iwas in the jam I was in directly resulted from the cheap tickets.  \nThe plastic lock strips cut into my wrists and my ankles,and mystruggles to escape my bondage had produced nothing more than bloodychafed wrists that stung viciously as my sweat rolled into those self-inflicted wounds.One strip looped my crossed wrists,another mycrossed ankles,a third connected the two,seemingly making me the newfourth monkey,\"pee no evil.\"My back hurt because I couldn’tstraighten it.My head hurt because of the heat and dehydration,and asingle fly seemed committed to biting me on every surface I couldn'treach,which was everything but my left ankle.With some effort and nolittle pain I could also reach the bottom of my right foot.I took somecomfort in that and thought that in retrospect maybe I should have goneto Cincinnati.  \nThe shed was hotter than a sauna and purposeful so.The two closedand dirty windows and the door faced south.The decrepit tin roof ranfrom the top of the door down to the ground ten feet back.I sat on adirt floor maybe four feet under the ground level.Broken clay pots andthe faint smell of fertilizer told me the old shed had been designed tokeep tender perennials snug and warm through the cold new Englandwinter by capturing the radiant heat of the sun.In mid-July it was thefunctional equivalent of a car in the parking lot of the local K Mart atnoon:80 degrees and breezy outside,240 degrees and humid inside.  \nMy only hope was that my captors would return to kill me soon,forif they didn’t the sting of my sweat would become a non-issue ashyperthermia set in.And it would set in.It killed toddlers and dogs leftin hot cars,and it would kill me too.It was just a matter of time.  \nI suspected they intended to come back only because a dog's chainchoke collar hung around my neck and was attached to a leash hookedto a nail on the door frame.Restrained as I was,they didn't need it tomake me stay,so it must have been intended to make me heel.  \nThe fly landed on my shoulder,rode the wave of my instinctive yetineffectual shrug.It spat a little acid on my skin and slurped up a flystomach full of soup du moi.The pain took my mind ofmy ankles,backand head.I wanted to roll,to scream,to flail,but I had to conserve myenergy.I had been in worse spots.  \nHunt Brown  \nThe captain met me at Logan We had spent time togecher plaringsoldier for the Marines.As a first lieutenant he had been the nominalhead of my recon unit for eighteen months,and then tocaned out.Inthose eighteen months we had served our country in wars it was snagainst the law for us to talk about eren to each ocher.We wereprofessionals,so we weren't friends,just acquaintances At the time Iwould have taken a bullet for him,but Im not sureIwouldhave crossedthe street just to shake his hand  \n\"Gunny!\"He had exclaimed as I crossed the floor to the lonelycarousel that served Airtran.Short for Master Gunnery Sengeant,myrank as a fommer non-commissioned officer.  \n\"Sir.\"I responded out of habit,and then cursed myself It was a  \nhabit I was trying to break After twenty-five years of sirs andsuch Iwas  \n\"retired\"at forty-three.Iextended my hand.  \n\"For God's sake call me Bob,\"he in","cbCaiifuyajaGG0o","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaiifuyajaGG0o","pdf",21150497,392,"English","# Part One\n## Chapter 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