dirty canteen

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O ye of little faith. Absentmindedly reciting a line from the bible, the private unscrewed the cap to his dirty metal canteen      The way I see it, ma’am, we already do stand out. Half the men here are already dead. Most of the survivors are newer recruits from other companies and platoons. Figure since we lasted longer than the other’s we should be redeemed as earned. He nodded, agreeing to his own statement. Then he took a swig from his canteen before screwing the lid back into place.