Eugene Sledge was on a leave from the war in Yemen- a much needed leave. He was exhausted, but he wasn't about to just lay around all day on his free six-months. He had already visited his family in Mobile, and decided to fly up to NYC, NY for a get-together with his squad. He was settled in his shitty three-star hotel already, and changed into his regular Civilian clothes. He still looked nice and clean, of course. Eugene still had on his dog tags, and even had on a cross necklace- which was ironic, since he was meeting his squad at a bar. Sledge stepped out of the cab he was in after paying the driver with cleanly folded bills, and walked into the bar. His squad- Sid, Snafu, etc- greeted him loudly, as they seemed to already be tipsy. He sat down at the table with them, laughing and talking with them as his foot idly tapped against the sticky floor with the music and he nursed a glass of water. "Good to see y'all. It's been- what- four months?" He said in his thick southern accent.