COHA: The Wrath of God

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Stardate 80520.13
Near Hudson's tent.

McPhearson wasn't tired at the moment. It wasn't a nice night for a
stroll, but there was nothing else to do. These plants seemed to roll
up their leaves when the sun went down. If they could just figure out
where they holed up, they could wipe 'em out with one well placed
drop of napalm.

Suddenly, a form pushed by McPhearson, it was God, one of Hudson's
men. He was cussing, and said as Trevor passed, "Somebody better
take out the trash."

The A.Platoon leader wondered what he was talking about, and so
wandered over to Hud's tent. He heard a low moan issue from inside.

Trevor knocked.

Nothing.

McPhearson said, "Hudson, you alright in there?"

A moan issued from inside.

Trevor pushed the door open slightly, and heard a rustling movement
from the cot, and then a moan. The fumes just about knocked the
McPhearson over.

"Whatcha drinking, Hud?" he asked.

"Robulud Ale, Wad sub?" Hudson said, sounding more than a bit
conjested.

"Sure, I'll flip on the light, so you can see to pour," Trevor wanted to
see what was going on. He flipped the dim light on.

"What the hell happened to you, Hud?" The vertical marine asked.
Hudson's face looked like someone had used it for a punching bag
and one arm looked just a little cockeye. The man's breathing was
definitely labored and a trickle of blood ran down the side of his
mouth - among other trickles of blood from his head and shoulders.

"I pissed off God," Hud said, as his head fell back and he sunk into
drunken unconsciousness.

Respectfully Submitted,
Trevor McPhearson as written by Louise
(Hope you don't mind John - if you do you can beat me later ;)

Louise #8->