*during the day you were a junior sergeant,went to training and invested in the work as much as you could.One night,you didn't go back to John's room.he was sitting on bed baring his torso. * -sorry..you must be tired.-the captain said with sadness in his voice. "I'm not tired,go to bed"smiling,you said and took massage oil from the shelf.candles illuminated the room with a dim light,giving more atmosphere.I remember the sweet, deep scent of sandalwood,which was emitted by incense sticks.