DUFFEL BLOG PRESENTS: Ernest Hemingway gives your weekend safety brief

Nick stood in the rain with the others to wait for the sergeant. His face was wet. It was Friday afternoon.

“Of course it starts raining just as soon as we form up,” Buckley said.

Nick nodded. He looked at the brown building in front of them. His uniform was getting damp.

“Isn’t he going to just tell us the same damn stuff he does every week?” Martinez sai…