#genkillanniversary

It was sort of like a modified truth or dare. Of course Ray had started it, and Rudy had said it was a good idea. Something to keep their minds off of all the shit. Most of 2nd Platoon was squatting in a huge knitting circle by Ice Man’s humvee, listening or jeering when appropriate.

Tim absolutely 100% did not want to contribute. No matter how much shit Ray and the guys gave him. He was a private guy, first of all. Second of all, once you started talking about back home, you’d start associating it with the fucking desert, and why the fuck would anyone want to do that?

“Fuck, doc. We know you had one. The devil dogs are all fuckin’ hot,” Ray joked as he elbowed Tim in the ribs.

“We don’t even care if it was a dude, dude. It’s just that it’s your turn,” Q-Tip said, his legs crossed under him like he was a kid in some kindergarten class.

“Look y’all, as fun as this has been, I’m going to catch some shut eye,” Tim said as an excuse to make his exit. He stalked back to his own tent, annoyed that everyone else had been willing to share so much about themselves. They were in a fucking war, and he was still working on his resistance ‘stache, and he wasn’t going to let himself be lulled into some false sense of comfort. Hell, he had up and joined the Navy and traveled halfway around the world to get away from his hometown, so why talk about it now?

However, as soon as he got back to his tent, all he could think about was the proverbial elephant in the room.

His very first, very disastrous date.