#30

She walked onto the train in heeled boots and a trench coat, belted up. Her eyes covered by sunglasses, her mouth and nose covered by a mask, her ears covered by headphones, her head covered by a beret. She reached out a gloved hand and gripped the pole. He was sitting next to the pole she gripped. Eyes, ears, head, mouth, nose exposed, he was watching a military movie on his phone. The sounds of machine guns and screams piped out from his fat hands much to the annoyance of those sitting around him. As the train started up, she slung a large canvas bag over one shoulder. A moment later he slid his large rear end to the edge of the seat and turned his head to an uncomfortable angle. Each time the train jumped a little, her bag swayed and knocked him in the head. Each time, he looked up at her with disbelief. The other passengers looked out of the sides of their eyes and wondered why the man did not just sit back in his seat. But then the sounds of bombs whistling through the air reminded them all that this was a war, and they silently voted to award the woman with a medal for her heroics.