The Last Hurrah of General Jackson



Customers strained to look at the filthy vagrant as they waited on line to pay for their groceries. Manny lifted the bum by his flea-bitten collar and carried him to the back of the store. “Listen to me, old man. Until now, I’ve treated you like an uncle, but if you scare away my regular customers, no more food. Cool it. I’ll call 911.”

The General rubbed his neck. “Hurry, the enemy is gaining on us.”

As Manny called the police, he watched his wife, Rosita, approach the bum. “You’re disgusting.”

The General shook a grease-smeared finger. “Do you know what it’s like to die in combat?”

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