@wrldofmyown the thing!
Seamus had had a rough week. He hadn't quite fallen off the wagon again but he felt way too close to. He had managed to go to a few NA meetings and talked to his sponsor and his sister was hovering without hovering as much as she could but ultimately, he was a big boy, he had to act like one--at least that's what his inner voice told him (one of them anyway).
So, he did the one thing he hadn't thought of doing in a while and headed to the VA, to see if there were any meetings (he knew they were, he knew the old Nam vets were there, and they were always a blast, they always had a way of make him see things weren't as bad as they felt).
As he made it out though, he bumped into someone he hadn't seen in ages and he had to do a double take--he recognized the shoulders and attitude more than the face. "Uhm, Easton?" Or should he call him by his rank? They weren't deployed anymore. "I'm Lance Corporal Davies, sir."
