Salty Kindergartener keeps calling recess “deploying to The Sandbox”
FORT BRAGG, N.C. — Billy, 6, is an old soul with the wherewithal to call it like he sees it. Recently, he has taken to calling recess his "deployments to The Sandbox."
Billy, whose mother is an artillery officer with the 18th Field Artillery Brigade, often pauses to take out the giant wad of fruit snacks tucked into his lower lip to tell his mother that phys ed class “is more like Kuwait, so it’s not a real deployment.”
Lunchtime, though. That’s the real rotation; and Billy has seen some shit.
“I once saw animal crackers. Half-eaten. Strewn across the ground, and covered in their own crumbs across the blacktop,” Billy says, then pauses to spit and take a swig from his fruit-punch-filled camelback. “It was a wicked gross. Plus all the screaming. Girls are loud, and they have cooties.”
Billy looks off the the distance, knowing something we could never know, before nodding in the direction of the play structure.
"That's the FOB," he says. "Sometimes, I spend my whole deployment in there. I on…
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