The Last Hurrah of General Jackson

She ran across the schoolyard.

“Come back,” the General cried out as darkness enveloped Carlotta.

Visions of wounded and dying soldiers from the Vietnam War flashed before the General’s eyes. “Hold on sonny; I’m going for reinforcements.”

He stepped over Arturo and rummaged on the surface of the dumpster for some beer or booze to calm his nerves. Nothing.  He ran into the bodega and approached Manny. “A soldier is bleeding to death near my home. I need backup.”

 

 





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