Creative Writing: Briggs Go Man The Machine Gun !

"Briggs go man the machine gun!"
"Yes sir"
"Briggs clean out the trench!"
"Yes sir"

When the war was over, that phrase didn't stop leaving my lips.
But now instead of saying it out of respect it was out of obligation
Instead of out of respect it was out of fear
Every time I was told something because of the color of my skin, it's the only thing I could say
"Yes sir"
Every time I was treated differently
"Yes sir"

I had enough

I was with one of my buddies the day it all happened
We were at my favorite restaurant, the Oyster
I made a reservation, like everyone else
I did everything, like everybody else
But half way through my meal I was told I had to go to the back of the restaurant because the color of my skin.
I refused, stating