This wasn't originally going to be finished...it was just a sketch (hence why the arm looks like shit), but I was bored in Health class and spiffed it up...turns out I really liked it~!
It's Sarge from his glory days, when he served in the army. I just imagine his family background as one full of patriotism. Dad was a soldier, mom was in the Red Cross...that whole deal. Wanted their son to be the football star then get into West Point and one day defend America. Drinking whiskey or beer and smoking cigars...working out everyday and keeping in shape...eating red meat and telling old war stories to his neighbors....maybe even settle down one day and start a life with a beautiful, Republican wife....

I wonder what his parents would say if they found out he was doing all of the above.....only his 'beautiful Republican wife' was a scruffy, Hippie man....~?

AND NOW.....FOR A BIT OF FANFIC.

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"What's your name, Private?"
"Sarge sir."
The Command Officer stared him up and down, as if sizing up a ham at the butchers. Making sure it was really worth what it was priced.
"Come again?"
"Sarge."
His steady stare turned heated glare, feeling as if his intelligence was being tested. His course, rough voiced kicked in.
"You bein' funny, Private?"
The new recruit shook his head, "No sir," he replied, lowering his hand from the saluting position it was in to his neck, grabbing his dog tag., "m' name's Sarge C. Jones. 'War' names run in th' family, sir. My sister's name is Liberty..."
"Did I ask you what yer sister's name was?!" the Officer barked, thrusting a heavy wool sack into Sarge's gut without warning.
"Oof--! N...no sir."
"Alright...now take this down to yer bunk...'n get rid of that smoke, boy! This ain't th' movies!"
"Yes sir."
"....Yer name really Sarge?"
"Yes sir. My father wanted a war hero fer a son."
"Well you're one lucky bastard, now aint'cha?"
The Officer turned and left, pinching the space in between his eyebrows. The mere stupidity of kid's names these days was giving him a headache. The abandoned recruit, now heading for his bunk, glanced behind him, grinning around the butt of the cigar.
"....Yeah. Real lucky."