Pyle sat on his bunk in the cold and unforgiving dark, his usually bright eyes now dull and void as they stared up at the ceiling. This was the night. This was the night he would snap. The months of verbal abuse from Sergeant Hartman had broken him both mentally and physically as he was pushed over and over again to his limit. His platoon had turned on him just because Hartman punished all of them for Pyle's mistakes. He felt as if he couldn't do it. He cant handle it anymore. He had managed to sneak a live round of bullets for his M14.