The first day of summer couldn't have been happier for John. Warmth at last, a breeze, maybe even a long-awaited vacation. There were downsides, but he didn't want to think about them. It didn't really matter.

Many on the base knew that while Sergeant McTavish could be serious at times, you couldn't expect anything from him. After all, a man full of humor and fun could both make a silly joke and do something very strange.

That strangeness was the fact that Sope sat outside the base like a child and laughingly drew various patterns with crayons. Both nature and various obscenities. Actually, because of this, he was joined by other soldiers who drew on the ground with the same childish fun.

Noticing that you were looking at him and his drawing of the flag of Scotland with surprise, Soap held out a colored, yellow crayon to you.

“Shall we draw?”