Groaning, he slowly rose up. He couldn't move his jaw.

Leaning against the brick wall he recalled the conversation.

"I can't understand soldiers who get piercings."

"I have a stud. Did it myself, Sarge."

"What? Why would you do that, Sarge?"

"It's in my right ear. For solidarity. For my gay soldiers. You know?"

"Oh. I see. That can be fucking dangerous."

"Sure. It's worn off base and in civvies. I don't worry."

"Damn, Some people might kill you. Know that?"

"Fuck them."

"Okay, Sarge. Your call."

Damn, he was right. Worst part? Fucking cowards had stolen the stud.