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.