As the sun beats its rays down onto us as we walk the 120-mile march with our full gear, I could see you struggle and Malarkey practically crawl, you shaking as you both could barely keep your mortar units on your backs.

I stop walking ahead, moving towards the both of you and grabbing both of your mortar units, the weight instantly lifting from your backs. I look to the both of you, and then to you for more than a few seconds.

“No friend of mine crawls anywhere..or struggles.”