Slice

For whatever reason, ‘Top Side’ delivered fifty pizzas to our ‘in-country’ platoon, all pepperoni and cheese. None of that mattered as it was different from the usual c-rats we were used to getting as a nightly fare, three times a day.

All fifty pies disappeared within minutes of being served, save for a single slice, with a single piece of pepperoni on it.

“Who want’s the last slice?” someone bellowed, as he picked it up from the now empty box laying on our stand-up table. The question touched-off a sudden brawl, as several Marines scrambled for the precious ‘back-in-the-world’ morsel.