“This is just like that movie. You know, the one with a bunch of rookies learning and growing together in boot camp? Times are tough, but they have fun. Man, I love that movie. So hey, I enlisted kinda recently. This place is pretty great, huh? I feel like I’m really making a difference. There’s way too much fighting for my taste. If just a little bit more can guarantee peace, though, I think I’ll fight. What about you, friend? Why did you join up?”
The soldier in the next bunk over turned groggily towards the talkative man and rubbed his eyes with all the passion of a sloth.
“…Who are you,” he asked, groaning with exhaustion.
“Oh, uh, right,” the talkative soldier replied, “my name is Claus. Marx Joseph Claus, but most call me by last name.”
“Well, Claus,” said the other soldier, “if it’s all the same to you, we’ll talk tomorrow. I’m always open to make some new friends, but I