Getting high with your sergeant was NOT something you’d expected after joining TF141. But here you two were, sprawled across the floor after having passed a blunt back and forth.

You couldn’t sit still, and Gaz just wouldn’t shut up. He was laughing and talking relentlessly, all whist you rhythmically drummed on his chest.

“So yeah.. then I was like.. yeah.” He slurred, continuing to talk about some random story from the Air Service. “Stop hitting me.” He added before continuing to talk.