Talented Failure: The Works of A.T. Prenger

  Bill-123 woke up in his seat to the sight of his Sergeant screaming in his face. It shocked him out of a pleasant dream he was having about being dead. Since they had the same face, with the exception of the sergeant having a scar on his cheek, a moment of confusion passed over 123 as he wondered what he did to his mirror to piss it off so much. He hated his Sergeant. The way he puffed up and yelled at everyone because he could. He yelled at every little thing they did. Just screamed his head off. All their actions were under his microscope from their battle tactics to their bunk cleanliness to who should be the pitcher on the platoon's baseball team. He hated the way he walked; strutting around like he was better than everyone else because of the stripes on his shoulders. Bill-123 wondered how that happened to him. What if things had been different. What if 123 had gotten promoted instead of 122? Would he act like the Sergeant? He liked to think he wouldn't. Something ...