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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 21:53:44 GMT
He didn't take much personal stuff with him. No casetteplayer/music etc...only the necklace, but it will stay on his neck all the time. Of course a bible is with him aswell. He flips it through.. he doesn't belive in God, but he's american so he's raised to believe in God...but he never understood why
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 22:01:20 GMT
Eventually I close the bag and lift it up.. It's not so bad. Yeah, it's heavy, but if this is what I'll live on it's not all that much at all. I look at the bag with contains the rest of my stuff, and I wonder what to do with it.
I search through it and find another three packages of cigarettes. I shove one in the pocket of the army jeans that are laying on the matress, folded neatly still. I shove one behind the slightly elastic band that's around my helmet. And the other I put into the army bag.
I look around and notice that a lot of the guys are getting changed into their new wardrobe. So I do the same, quickly changing my own outfit for the unified green.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 22:05:03 GMT
Max is already in his new outfit. He put his helmet on.
Do I look like a soldier now? God...
he takes the helmet off again and then sits down on the side of his bed.
I wonder when we'll get something to eat, I'm still starving!
he looks around. He doubts he can just walk over to the tent where they have food though, in the army you do everything on specific times..
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 22:09:04 GMT
I sit down on my bed cross-legged and put my old bag upside down. Whatever I didn't pack falls out. A whole bunch of stuff. I look through it, and decide to take my Swiss pocketknife with me after all. Eventhough there are better ones in our 'equipment'. I like that thing.
I also pick up the package of oreo cookies that mom insisted me to bring. In case I'd get hungry on my way here. I tear it open now and stuff one into my mouth, not wanting them to go to waist eventhough I'm not at all hungry.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 22:17:25 GMT
He sees some around him munching on food they brought
Great, I knew there was something I forgot.
he clearly remember how he told his 'mom' he was gonna buy something to eat instead of getting anything from home, well, looks like he forgot.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 22:19:55 GMT
After five cookies I'm stuffed, and I wonder where to put my trash.. There's nothing that seems to resemble a garbage can around.
I look at the cookie-package, then at the guy on the bed next to me. He'll just have to take it of my hands then. "Hey, want some?" I hold up the Oreo wrapper to show him what I got.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 22:22:59 GMT
He turns and looks at him and at the cookie-package he holds out towards him.
"...sure" he leans closer and reaches out his hand to grab it. "Thanks.."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 22:26:14 GMT
I let him take the whole package so that I'm rid of it. "No problem, man." I turn my attention back to the rest of my stuff.
It's kinda funny. Reach something out to anyone and they'll reach out to grab it. Could be cookies, could've been a cut-of hand, could've been a bomb. First human instinct - to grab it.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 22:29:26 GMT
He looks at the cookies and then takes one and munches
Oh this is good
Soon he has finished the package and he's stuck with the trash, not knowing where to put it
Smart move, kid..
he eventually put it in his bag that he will leave in the tent and he looks at his watch.
three hours left...wonderful
he sees that some men starts to play cards. Is it now they all should start trying to sociolize?
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 22:38:49 GMT
I move over to the footend of my bed, still with my legs crossed, and I watch the men who are playing cards in the isle between the beds. I recognize the game as Hearts.
A memory comes to my mind, and brings a bitter smile to my features.
'Lets hunt the Bitch, guys!' Mattias shuffled the deck of cards and dealt them. 'GOD I love this game!'
'Who's got the two of clubs?' Barnie asked.
'Barnie you f*cking retard, you do.' I pushed him, 'And I can see your cards.'
It was Barnie who went skyrocketing to a hundred points that day. I was winning.
'Barnie's cooked, y'all! And I mean f*cking toasty!'
Barnie, who actually *was* a retard, and Mattias who never learnt how to spell his own d@mn name. My two best (and only) friends in highschool. They both got arrested for shoplifting one day and were send of to border school. Me? I was send to Vietnam instead. But hey, apparently they play the same games here too.
"Can I join?" I ask the men when they finish a round. I don't like socializing - true. But I don't like eating myself up with my memories either.
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