The Handle

It had been a long satisfying day and I finally get home and am too tired to fix anything so I contemplate taking a shower before bed. I shall, considering I have the luxury of doing so, because after all my brothers would jump at the opportunity to get some quiet, alone time and a decent hot shower. And so I went to turn the shower handle... It took me back to when turned the handle and I walked in on the commanding generals planning something strange by the looks of it. Their faces looked as though they had been caught by their parents watching that movie they were not supposed to. I tried not to notice the blueprints, maps and poorly discarded abused alcohol lying around, but before I could retract my eyes I was pulled in and sat down and told that I hadn't seen anything, they were so worried by the looks of their shifty eyes that they had arranged for me this scandal that allowed me to look like an epic hero. It involved some role playing by my fellow soldiers, I was worried that someone would find out that I hadn't gained all of my medals through honor and achievement but lies and cover-ups. They threatened to have my previous accomplishments stripped from me if I told anyone that I had saw them plotting to use U.S man power for things other than protecting foreign quarters. Honestly It did not matter I was honorably discharged with a medal and at the Wilshire Tower hotel before I knew It.