We were trained killers,
could break bones
with our hands.

We'd blow into bars,
belly up to the tender
& order whiskey
'till our heart's content,
get pretty wasted.

And why not?
For in a moment's notice
we could be dropped into harm's way,
surrounded by enemy combatants,
intent on killing every one of us.

We had nothing to ******* lose.

The general public
had no clue
who was drinking next to them.
It was a good thing
we never reacted to their
childish taunts,
it wouldn't have been pretty.

We'd just smile,
nod our heads &
act like we were idiots.
Stupid *****.