this morning #273.

this morning, the deal was that he was supposed to be watching out for any signs of movement along the east perimeter. instead, he was snuggled up on the porch swing snoring up a storm. in such a state of slumber, there was no way for him to notice the camouflaged men moving amongst the trees on the edge of the property. if one of them hadn’t stepped on a stray stick, he would have gone right on snoozin’. instead, he was startled awake & through the early morning light saw just how many of them had got the jump on him. he counted a dozen in all but would soon learn that it was a baker’s dozen when he felt the gun press against the back of his neck.