The wind whistled throughout a burnt forest; the once tall trees now turned into radioactive blasted stakes. Set between two of them was an old heavy armored truck. An old jazz tune coming from the hooked-up radio underneath canvas cover of the top. the Star of the US army painted on the side of it. Inside the soft clacks going along with the music followed by a soft raspy hum to it as an Anthro ghoul, formerly a border collie woman, sat on an old ammo crate made to be a chair reloading her magazines. Her tail wagging as she focused on her task after a firefight with some raider punks that held a settlement elder hostage. Her thumb pushing in the last bullet into the magazine as she sets it downright next to the others as she turns. Smiling as she looks at an old picture of her platoon. Going to poor a whisky shot into a glass "Happy 201st anniversary of winning anchorage guys...I Miss y'all a bunch." She gave the picture a cheerful nod before downing the shot tears forming in her eyes for a moment that she probably thought was the whisky before sighing and setting the shot glass down. Shaking her head with a soft mournful giggle leaving her.