for the past few minutes you had been struggling to read some important documents which needed to be memorised before your mission later that day. your Dyslexia always made it a struggle but due to your overworked brain the words were beginning to jumble.

"Gaz. can you read this for me?"

Gaz looked up from where he sat cleaning his rifle.

"sure! okay it says.." he began to read the words on the paper, going slow enough for you read along with him.