“I
saw god,” he said, “There was no heavenly choir or pearly gates,
like my mother said there'd be. There was an old man dressed in BDUs
holding a rifle with a bayonet fixed. Looked almost like our old
gunnery Sargent, actually. He had one eye, the other was a bloody
mess. He had no insignia of rank or anything. He pointed at me with
his freehand and said 'report to Midgard, maggot.' Next thing I know,
I'm laying on the ground coughing up blood.”
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