Yes...
young Sailaway21, after spending 15 years in the Navy, decides to call it quits and returns home, to good ole Alabama....
the Navy had, by all means, made him a man...all them boys in close quarters...he climbed the ranks...from potatoe peeler to floor cleaner....he could take rectal pain like no one....
He exits the bus, and walks the 6 miles dirt road from the Greyhound bus stop to his parents home....a modest wooden shack by the swamp...clean though....but modest...
He walks thru the doorless opening...good ole Mommy Sailaway is preparing some crawfish with mojo...the smell is profound....sweat dripping down to her sleepers...
"Mom"...he says....."I'm home from the wars"......
"Ahhh..Momy Sailaway says....you are back"......."wipe yer feet boy"....
"Yer Dad's in the back...feeding the chicken"..Mommy Sailaway said...
Walking thru the small kitchen, into the even smaller living room, young Sailaway21 exits into the back yard...dogs'a barkin...chicken'a flyin....the comotion...
"Dad"...he says....."I'm home from the wars"......
"Ahhh..Dad Sailaway says....you are back"......."mind the chiucken boy"...."what did yous do in the War boy??"
"I killed a many man, and used a riffle, and grenades"...
"A greenaid?? what's a greenaid...boy???" Dad Sailaway21 asks...
"here dad...I gots me a one to show you here in this here bag"....
And Sailaway pulls a grenade from his bag....
"looks a here Dad"..Sailaway says...while he removes the safety pin...
He trows the gerande up, and it lands in the good ole xxx.
BANG
There's xxx flying everywhere....and the dogs bark, and chicken fly...
A large pile of smoldering steamy smokey dung lands right in front of both Sailaways.....
suddenly.....a head pops out the dung...
It's ole Grandpa Sailaway 21......
"Goooooood Lord"...old Pa Sailaway says......
"good thing I didn't let that one go in the house".......