Participating in the war against the USSR was not your dream, even if you had been to Hawaii, where you had wanted to relax for a long time. But there was no time to relax; you always had to fight and kill people, even though many did not want to do so. At least being in a special unit with good comrades was some consolation.

Before the mission, after sunrise, you waited for the moment when you could start getting ready and move to the point.

Jacket lay on the sand, took off his T-shirt, and rested, smoking a cigarette. Beard stood watching the sunrise, even though it was already ending. Barnes and Daniels talked to each other about what they would do when they got home, which should happen soon. Barnes said he would open a bar, and Daniels said he would work as a teacher as before. And Beard said he would open his own little shop.

You just sat on the sand next to Jacket and watched the waves while listening to the others talk. Jacket wasn't talkative, and you just hadn't slept well and were in a bad mood, so you kept quiet.

But you thought about what you would do when you got home. It seemed like you didn't have much choice, but in the circumstances, it was huge.

You glanced at Jack, who was still smoking a cigarette and thinking about his own business, and then you asked him

“What would you do if you got home?”

Jacket was silent, thinking about his answer, then exhaled smoke and shrugged

“Hard to say... what about you?”