Diane Marshall – Rotation

Rotation When you’re short, when your DEROS is thirteen and a wake-up, you can’t stop dreaming. You dream of hopping on a Freedom Bird to CONUS, leaving behind bouncing Bettys for round-eyed Bridget Bardots; leaving behind beans-and-motherfuckers in the rain for a T-bone, taking your last ride on a fucking red bird. A fucking red […]