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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 7, 2007 14:53:34 GMT
"Anyone who is afraid of using a gun, stand up!"
No one stands up. Max thinks about his question.
Afraid? Am I afraid of using a gun...I don't know...
he doesn't move though
"Thought so"
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Post by Jacky on Jan 7, 2007 14:55:48 GMT
Does being afraid to get killed by one count? I look down and bite on the nail of my forefinger, not liking this much. The guy is talking to us as if we're the enemy, and he needs to get us to break and tell him all we know. We're fighting the communist vietnamese and the Vietcong here, right?
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 7, 2007 15:12:32 GMT
"Good. You'll become soldiers here. Men. You're doing a big favour by fighting against communism, we are here to help!"
As he keeps talking/shouting about why they are here and what difference they'll make Max tries to keep up listening, but soon it gets boring actually and he leans back in the chair and starts biting his fingernail
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Post by Jacky on Jan 7, 2007 15:16:02 GMT
Eventually Ford wraps up his speech with mentioning all the brave men who died for their country before. Hardly motivating, but I keep listening with half an ear. He then dismisses us, telling us to be back in fifteen minutes for the training how to fire the M16 and how to follow orders.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 7, 2007 15:17:59 GMT
Max quickly stands up and walks away to have a pee.
Thank God...
when he's done he tries not to think about how hungry he still is. Asking a soldier about what time they'll be eating just seems useless. He walks around slowly, checking the area out a bit
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Post by Jacky on Jan 7, 2007 15:23:09 GMT
I go outside eventually, following after him. I look around but don't see him anywhere. "Sh!t.." I kick a rock out in front of me and watch it as it rolls into the dried brown grass.
"It's probably bullsh!t anyway." I mumble under my breath.
But just as I want to return to the tent I spot him. And forgetting all about the fact that I think it's bullsh!t... (I do! I should!)... I walk over. "Hey! Wait a minute!" I follow after him quickly. "Maximilian...?" I catch up.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 7, 2007 15:45:13 GMT
He stops when he hears his name and he turns around, seeing Adam walking up to him.
"Hey.."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 7, 2007 15:47:07 GMT
"Hi." I draw a hand through my hair so it's outta my face, and I hesitate exactly what to ask him. "...Um.. I just.. wondered.. um.. Where are you from?" I ask.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 7, 2007 15:55:17 GMT
He does look familiar, this young man, Max noticed it the first time he saw him, but just as that time, he pushes that thought away.
"Louisiana.."
Well, not originally, but hey, it's where I live now
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Post by Jacky on Jan 7, 2007 15:57:07 GMT
"Originally?" I ask.. cos if that's the truth than I am hallucinating. And for the love of god, I should get myself mental-checked.
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