Today's field note from Sgt. Puppy and the morning watch at Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont.
Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont. The ballfield and its sagging backstop. The pull-off at the top of the hill where the phone finds one bar. The hayfield below it, cut and lying open. Past that, it's us.
It was Tuesday, August 11th. It went down to fifty-five overnight in Camp Puppy Haven and came up clear. We were working the day watch out of Second Cutting Detail. My partner's Murph. The boss is Lieutenant Clove. My name's Puppy.
A woman drove to the top of the hill to read her messages. She sat there twenty minutes after she'd finished them. The view was the same either way. Murph waited her out.
Sgt. Puppy's Field Notes are published most weekday mornings.
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Standard issue at Camp Puppy Haven: tees, sweatshirts, and hoodies for the humans on morning watch.
