GI JOE Porn Story: Going Home Is Never Easy – Chapter 3
As always, I do not own the rights to GI Joe or any characters associated with GI Joe. Also any resemblance in this story to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. Remember folks, this is fan fiction. – Malkavius
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0945 AM
Across from the town square stood Hastings Hardware Store. The original owner was “Old Man” Hastings, a WWII war veteran. When Lowlight was growing up, “Old Man” Hastings would sit on a stump by the door talking to people or whittling on something while his son would mind the store. Rumor had it, that “Old Man” Hastings was the best shot in Divide County and possibly a sniper back in WWII. But he would never say anything about it. Occasionally he’d talk about the different places he had been and people he saw, or how cold the weather was. But he would never talk about what he did during the war. One day, Bryan, one of Lowlight’s older brothers asked him if it was true. If he was a sniper. The old man just stopped what he was doing, walked back inside and shut himself up in the back office. That subject was never brought up again. After joining the GI Joe team, Lowlight looked at “Old Man” Robert Hastings’ war record. His kill ratio was outstanding. Lowlight finally understood why the old man didn’t want to talk about his past. Even Lowlight himself did a few things he’d rather not remember.
At the counter of the hardware store, sat a young girl about the age of 11 doodling on a pad of paper. “Shouldn’t you be at school, young lady.”, Lowlight said in a serious tone. She looked up at him strangely, and then said, “Today’s a school holiday, Mister.” Her innocence made him smile. A blonde haired woman appeared from a door behind the counter. “Hon, do you need any help up he…” That is when she saw his face. “Oh my god!”, she screamed and cried as she embraced Lowlight. A man in his mid 30’s descended from a trap door in the ceiling. Lowlight remember his face, smiled and shook Bobby’s hand.
“Coop, when did you get in?” He said.
“Just recently.”, he replied.
The little girl looked somewhat confused. Her mother looked at her and said. “Sara, I want you to meet your, Uncle Cooper.”
For lunch, Mary ran over to Ingram’s grocery store for a tub of chicken salad and a loaf of bread. When she returned, she could over heard Sara getting acquainted with her long lost Uncle.
“So you’re my uncle, huh?”, asked Sara
“Yep”, replied Lowlight.
“Where have you been?”, she asked.
“Lots of different places.”, he replied.
“Why did you go?”, she asked.
“I had my reasons.”, he again replied.
“Why?”, she again asked?
He looked into her innocent eyes and was reminded so many other innocent children he knew in various different third world countries.
“Why do you think I left?”, he asked.
“I don’t’ know. Momma really never mentioned you until a few days ago. I think it’s because Grandma is sick. Are you here to make her feel better?”
Lowlight smiled at her comment. His mind faded back to when he was Sara’s age. Charlie would help dad out in the junk yard, while Bryan and Cooper did chores after school. Ma would get dinner ready while Marry played on the floor with the pots and pans. Bryan’s job was to lay out the plates and Cooper would set out the silver ware and napkins.
When Pa and Charlie came home, they would wash up in the sink and sit at the dining room table. Cooper always remember smelling alcohol on his father’s breath. He didn’t say much about it back then. Maybe because he feared Pa’s belt. Pa would immediately bark why Ma didn’t have food on the table, then chide Bryan about the local hockey team. Charlie would tell some gawd awful joke or story he heard from the boys at work, that would have Cooper laughing so much, Ma had to come in and back hand him and remind him of his manners.
Eventually, Pa and Charlie would wind up yelling at one another about something that happened at work. Usually it was something to do with Charlie screwing up on the job. Their shouting would cause Mary to cry. Ma occasionally tried to play referee, until one of them would accuse her of taking sides. Charlie would then grab his coat and leave, slamming the door behind him. Ma would go off into the kitchen or somewhere for a smoke and Pa would head back to the bar.
That’s how most nights ended. Finally one night after a big fight, Pa came in from the bar to check up on his boys. In the corner of the room, he noticed a night light on. He didn’t say a word, but walked over, took the light and walked out.
The next night he looked at Bryan and Cooper and said in a rough gravely voice. “Boys, there will be no more night lights. It’s time you grew up.” With that he pulled the device from his pocket, dropped it on the floor and smashed it with the heel of his boot. Bryan said nothing, but Coop protested. “But, Pa, I need that. I’m afraid of the dark.” Pa’s eyes narrowed as he stared right at his son. Out of his gravelly voice came one sentence, “Boys, grab the burlap sacks.”
“Coop… Coop… Cooper MacBride are you listening? Are you ready to go see Ma?”, shouted a female voice.
Cooper shook his head and rubbed his eyes. No longer was he in his mother’s dining room, but rather in the back store room of Hasting’s Hardware Store.
“Sorry sis.”, he said as he stood up and rubbed his eyes, “Was just someplace else.”
1615
Lowlight’s mother was staying at the Shady Rest Senior Center near Williston. Mary and Sara went in first, while Bobby and Lowlight waited outside.
“You okay?”, Bobby asked Lowlight.
Lowlight shook his head. “Yeah. I’ve fine.” That was a lie. Seeing his Ma in this condition after all these years made him uncomfortable as hell, but he didn’t want to let on. What was it Pa used to say, “Always confront your fears head on, boy.” “Yeah, they had a funny way of helping me confront mine.”, he thought as he remembered his frightful night in the junkyard.
Lowlight walked in and saw his Ma sitting in bed talking with Mary. The nurse had just left after checking on his Ma and to drawing some blood.
“Momma, guess who came to visit you.”, said Mary with a soft voice. The old woman turned her head and locked onto the blonde haired man that approached her. Her eyes widened at first and then drew long and narrow.
“Hello Ma.”, Lowlight responded.
“Well if it isn’t the prodigal soldier boy returned? Come to witness your old Ma’s death, or did you come to do the job yourself?”
“Nice to see you too Ma.”, Lowlight responded in the same deadpan fashion.
“Well, no need you standing there like a moron, pull up a chair and sit.”, The old woman said in a stern yet crackling voice.
“Yes mam.”, responded Lowlight respectfully.
She had coughed a bit and then adjusted herself in her bed. “So I assume Mary told you about Tommy.”
“No mam. Jack Gilley did.”, replied.
“Damn bastard. He never forgave us for what happened…”, her voice trailed off. “So what have you been up to? Your still playing soldier boy?”
“Yes mam.” As much as he wanted, he could not tell his Ma about his great accomplishments or about being apart of GI Joe. A majority of his missions were still classified. All he could tell her that he was stationed at Fort Benning, GA as a sniper instructor and that he was seeing a bank teller in Columbus, GA. She nodded at all he said. She told him that Charlie finally took over the family junkyard. And that he took Pa with him to work every day. Mary said that all Pa did was sit in an empty crane operators booth and drink all day long. Ma said he sits there and misses Bryan.
Finally, she took his hand. “Coop, I tried to be good to you and the boys both me and your Pa. We tried to raise you all right, the best we could. Teach ya right from wrong. You know that. It’s just after Bryan’s death, everything changed so much… Cooper, promise me one thing. Promise me Cooper. No matter what, promise me you will take care of Tommy. He’s such a good boy. He’s such a good boy…” With that she drifted off to sleep.
Cooper gently took his Ma’s frail hand and kissed it, “I promise Ma.”, he said, “I promise.”