Training had been like any other tough day as beads of sweat rolled down the side of my face from Georgia’s heat and I pulled out my handkerchief from my pocket to wipe my face.

Hearing mumbles from the side, my ears catch the sound. It was the late newbie who joined 1st Platoon, my platoon only a few days ago.

I tilt my head, my soft words rolling off my tongue as I speak to you, looking towards your direction, seeing you struggle to clean your M1 sniper rifle.

“Need a helping hand?”