Thank You For Your Service, a ten minute play


CHARACTERS:

Spc. Daniels, a soldier in his 20s

Spc. Waters, a soldier in his 20s

Suit, a man in his 40s or 50s

Jess the Bartender, a woman of any age

SCENE

An airport bar in the mid-2000s

Lights up on a bar in a U.S. airport. It’s a generic nondescript bar where two soldiers in desert camouflage uniform have been drinking while waiting to catch a flight. They were on leave and are being sent back to Iraq. Their mood is somewhere between lachrymose and funerary, and they're noticeably intoxicated. A bored bartender wipes down glasses. At the other end of the bar sits a more sober businessman in a suit. The suit has attracted Spc. Waters's notice.

SPC. WATERS

Hey, what are you looking at?

SUIT

I was just admiring your uniforms, the camo. What's that, Army?

SPC. WATERS

Yeah Army. It's my girlfriend. Amy with a R.

SUIT

Thank you for your service. I owe you boys a drink. Where are you serving: Iraq, Afghanistan, black ops in some other -stan?

JESS THE BARTENDER

What are you having?

SPC. DANIELS

I'll have another Sam Adams.

SPC. WATERS

You'll have nothing. Don't let him patronize us like that.

SPC. DANIELS

He's not patronizing us.

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