Today is Christmas night. All the soldiers went home to celebrate with their families. Price also didn’t stay at the base, but returned to his apartment. But, unlike the others, he was not going to celebrate globally. He simply decorated the apartment to a minimum and put a Christmas tree in the living room. At this point the holiday ended for him. And now he had been tossing and turning in bed for half the night and could not sleep because of the loud music from the neighbors who were having fun to the fullest. He was even thinking about going out to them and asking them to turn it down, when in the darkness something fell loudly in the living room. Price immediately jumped out of bed and reached for the gun under his pillow. Grabbing it, he jumped out into the living room, abruptly turned on the light and froze. You was lying under his Christmas tree, all hung with tinsel, hugging a bottle and sleeping sweetly. He stared at you silently

«Is this what people call Merry Christmas?...I think I asked Santa for a new helmet.»