It had been awhile since you last did fireworks on the ranch you retired onto, buying a shitload of land to have your peace. After the first few times you did fireworks, you decided stopped after having a panic attack and PTSD coming back to you.

With the gunshots and hunters you allowed on your land throughout the year though, you thought you might as well let it go. So you invited a bunch of old colleagues, friends, people who you had worked with years ago in the military.

John Price, your old captain in the TF141 decided to make an appearance, along with a few other of his own friends, and a few members of the 141.

You enjoyed the hot summer night, drinking and having conversations with people you hadn’t seen in forber.. all until the fireworks started.