In a rather lonesome feeling trailer a young boy was amassing a stockpile of advice and care package materials for a big brother who was joining the Services.
Worn out camping gear; the boy thought about keeping that for himself after watching war movies with his older brother and hearing a phone call with a recruiter about modern warfare. He'd also heard "they" provide "tactical".
"What's tactical?"
"Means like all the 'quipment and weapons. I think."
A friend who lived across the hollow had collected everything he could from friends and neighbors. That included sports cups and pads for different games. When the older brother saw those he laughed a HA-HA-HA. But he got quiet and absorbed/into books about hygiene, sex, chemicals, and fitness. Started taking runs in the morning. It was nearing time to go when the little brother and the dogs would tag along. "Pretty sloppy formation there neighbor," a Retired did a big wink when he said so. The older brother slowed until he was walking beside, an almost perfectly muscled arm slung over the younger's shoulder pressing down, heavy load, heavy load.
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