Tales from the sun chaser.

It was the tail end of a war. The part of time where the people who fought because they were ordered to; tried to forget what happened, and become regular again. I remember going through this building and the stairs kept leading outside. Some overly aggressive girl was calling out to me. She thought I was someone else, but after she figured out I wasn't, she still wanted to talk to me. "Well, I'm bored, entertain me", she yelled from ground level. "What do you want to talk about", I yelled back reluctantly. One of my squad mates who's my cousin in RL came up to me, and told us we had to go.

We headed out and regrouped with several other members from the unit. We were stretched so thin and picking up each one was a veritable mission in itself. I remember when we were all walking off, and some guy was like "this is just like Vietnam". Another guy said "minus the gun fire". And I stepped in and reminded him that he was lucky that he didn't end up at the same spot as R. I told him how we had to save him from being pinned down at a spot with unrelenting gunfire. The scene was so vivid in my head. I saw him just crouched there, trying his best to not get hit by stray bullets, and ricochets.

We were now in our dress uniforms, and as we passed an old bombed out car, R opened it up and grabbed all of the hangers out of it. I had no idea what he planned to do with them, and I wasn't going to ask. Whatever we had gone through, was over and thats the only thing that mattered.