Something to think about....Living is breathing... or is it?
Al's JobChapter 1"FIGHTING BREAKS OUT IN DERNA AND LIBYA" read Monday morning's paper. "Casualties of soldiers and civilians top thirty million. World War II is taking its toll.""Put the paper down, Pa, and 'et!" fumed Ma (this was her third time admonishing Pa for reading at the breakfast table). Pa started in his chair. He settled the paper on the counter and grinned sheepishly at Ma. The other family members sat around the table, already eating their meal of hotcakes and coffee, their elbows on the table, fists bolstering their drooping faces. "Well, we took Tobruk back from them Krauts a coupla days ago." offered Pa. "I wisht they'd all jus' go home and forgit about 'takin' over the world'. Crackerjack sons-a-bitches
" Al muttered. Aggie nodded sullenly, sitting by her husband's side."Well, I think we best be gittin' off to work now." said Ma after a considerable silence. There was murmured agreement and the sound of chairs scraping across the linoleum floor. Al was the first one o