Short Fiction: The Curator of Obscenities

Line of Advance, March 2021.

We didn’t bring any mortuary equipment with us on my last deployment. Not enough, anyway. No one on the ship thought to include it. Then we discovered the bodies, one hundred and twenty-seven of them. Migrants whose boat capsized in rough sea on their way to Italy or Greece. We pulled them all out of the water and used whatever was available to label the remains – duct tape, engineering tags, even some red curling ribbon, the type used to decorate Christmas packages. The incident became infamous across the Navy, as all screw-ups do. But that was over two years ago. By the time I transferred to another command and started preparing for my second deployment, word had spread throughout the fleet, and that ship had enough bags and tags onboard to accommodate five cruise ships’ worth of human remains. This freed up our minds to focus on other preparations.

Namely, porn.

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