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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 22:53:35 GMT
"Next round" the man simply replies and continues playing with the rest
He looks at them playing. He never was into cards, so he starts looking for his packet of cigarettes instead and when he finds them he takes one out and starts walking to the exit.
I don't need to smoke...but what the hell
he starts lighting the cigarette before he comes to the exit.
He sees him lighting the cigarette and marches up to him.
"You! No smoking in the tents!" he grabs the cigarette from his hand and tosses it to the ground
he frowns slightly.
"Go help out with lifting off the barrels off that truck over there instead and do something useful!"
"Okey..." he looks at a truck that has iron barrels on it, some are taking them off the truck to put them into some tent further away.
"Name!"
He looks at him. Apparently they have a hard time knowing all the newbies names now
"Jackson"
"Jackson, why are you still standing here, move move move move!"
He hurries over to the truck. That guy is apparently one who'll be a pain in the a.ss here..
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 22:58:51 GMT
When the next round starts I join is, sitting in the circle with the others. I get dealt a hand of cards. All of them high ones, so my chances of winning are zip. Ah well, we're playing over rat piss here anyway.
"Hey what's your name?" The guy who dealt the cards asks Adam.
"Jackson." I reply, not bothering to asks his. "Right hand or left?"
"Right."
I nod and play the two of clubs.
Playing cards time seems to pass a lot faster, and eventually it's time for their 'training'. Lieutenant Ford comes back in, together with a few others. They're told to pack it up and line up again, so the cardgame soon breaks apart.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 23:00:55 GMT
He came back in together with Lieutenant Ford and the others after been lifting some heavy barrels and he stands in the line that forms.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 23:07:56 GMT
I get into line as well, standing away from the people I played cards with.
"Men, I trust you all have your equipment now." Ford begins. "Behind me stand a dozen of skilled soldiers. We will all pair you up, and two-by-two you will learn how to put a rifle together and how to aim, shoot, and reload." He announces.
I look at the men who are the 'skilled soldiers', and at the guns they carry.
"We use the M16 rifle here in Vietnam! Handle it with care. And remember to shoot at the enemy, not yourself."
I smirk, though nobody else seems amused.
"Pair up!" He tells the men.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 23:14:24 GMT
They start pairing them up
He looks at Max and Adam as they got paired up, then at his papers. "Jackson and Jackson? Well you can't be called that!" he looks at Max. "Your first name!"
"umm..Maximilian...sir!" he quickly adds.
"Too long! You're Jackson1" he points at Adam. "And you're Jackson2 right now. Move over there!" he points
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 23:17:45 GMT
I hardly heard him when he tells us where to go. I stare at the man, a comtemplative frown on my face. Maximilian? Maximilian Jackson?
"Move it, Jackson2!"
...Still in thoughts I follow after the guy I got paired up with. How many people out there would be called that way? ...how many of them.. how..?
...No way. It's just coincidence. I try to shake the thought of.
But somehow I am more silent than before, even, and I sneak a look at the man from under my eyelashes.
His name keeps echoing in my head.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 23:25:12 GMT
He walks over to a table. Some others are already by theirs and has picked up their rifles. He looks at the weapon and then picks it up in his hand. It's heavier than he thought.
I'm holding a weapon...a rifle..something I never thought I would
his mind starts trailing off to the question of why he got himself here in the first place, but he quickly snaps out of it when some military men starts shouting about what to do now and he looks at him
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 23:27:42 GMT
I don't say anything but sit back, silently, thoughtful.. I stare at the rifle back to the man -Maximilian Jackson!- and let him do what the other soldier tells us to. I can't seem to gather my thoughts so I just.. let it happen.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 23:33:27 GMT
"Hey! Jackson2! This is no f*cking tea-break! If you don't know this we teatch you know, it can cost you your life, so I suggest you start to co-operate!"
He looks at Adam.
He's still familiar..and he doesn't like it. Either he wants to know a person or just not know someone, not being in the feeling of being inbetween knowing as he is now. But he can't know him, right? If he would be someone from school he would've recognized him by name now, right? Jackson...
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Post by Jacky on Jan 7, 2007 10:17:55 GMT
I look at the officer and nod "Yeah.. I mean: yes sir." I try to block my thoughts and focuss on what we're doing here. Eventhough it's hard.
Focuss, retard, FOCUSS. You can ask him later. Asking him won't hurt. Just ask where he's from or.. whatever.
"Jackson2, take the M16 apart and put it back together." The officer says. "If you need any help ask Jackson1 who DID bother to pay attention."
I nod and start doing as told, but pretty clumbsily.
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