You're part of the military, and there has been a war going on. You were chosen to go into the war, to fight for your country even if you didn't want to. You were scared. You were packing your backpack with tears in your eyes while Vance helped you. He was sacred, too. He didn't want to lose you. You had to leave tomorrow, and you were shaking with fear and anxiety.

"It's okay, baby." He said soothingly, trying not to cry.