This isn't happening.
This most certainly isn't happening because I have never served in the military.
I am not lining up, my boots clean and my buckle polished.
Sergeant Grover is not checking everything is in order, and I don't know him. He is an unfamiliar man. All I have to do is wake up. Simple. Wake up...now. I pinch myself. Private Jackson looks at me funnily. 'What'cha doin' Munds?' He asks. I shrug.
'Straighten up, Private!' Yells Grover. I straighten up my posture and make sure my rifle is in correct position. I know this can't be me. My hands are more red, like they've been sunburnt.
'Good job, Private.' Grover turns to Jackson. 'WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?'
I subtly glance over to Jackson, his rifle is a centimetre out of position.
'RIGHT! YOU'RE ON LATRINE DUTY NOW, GET THAT SORTED!'
'Sure.'
'WHAT?'
'Sure...I'll do the latrine duty.'
'WHAT!!!?'
' Uh...'
'RIGHT...YOU'RE GOING TO RIP!'
'Rest in peace..? Like the Undertaker?
R.I.P, a soldier's worst nightmare. Not that I would know...Retraining, Indoctrination or Punishment. P for Jackson.
'The rest of you...not bad. Especially you, Munday, you'll make Corporal someday.'
I beam.
'Heh. Brush your teeth though, you got a little salad from lunch.'
They call it salad...but it's...it's not salad.
'Too right Munday, carry on.'
Did I say that?
Corporal Erwin leans over from the other side and says 'Only you could get away with that.'
I smirk. It's true, I'm his favourite. After he dismisses us I realise that it's patrol day. Off to the jeeps. Brilliant.

-I wake up, sweating...the room seems hazy, it's not mine...no, it isn't...it's some girl...what's her name? what's her name? I can't remember...back I go to sleep.-

The jeep behind me, Cpl.Erwin's explodes. No survivors. 'DOWN! OFF THE JEEP!' I yell. We all get off. The Sergeant's jeep in front does the same, we take cover behind the jeeps. 'Sniper! What's your name, Ashton!? Yeah. Move your scope around those fields, see anything?'
'Not a thing, Munds.'
'Fuck of help that is.' I tell him. He grins.
I take his rifle, I scope around. 'Behind the rock, dumbass.' I give the rifle back to him.
'Sarge! Behind the rocks!' I yell.
'Good job, Private.' He replies.
Then another rocket hits his jeep.
'SARGE!'
Then there's another rocket, everyone hits the dirt, some involuntarily.

'Who's hurt?' I ask.
'Me.'
'Me too.'
'Ugghh...'
'I...I think my legs broken.'
'Yeah, at least you've got a leg!'
'MEDIC!'
'Medic's dead.'
'Shit.'
'Okay..okay...,Sarge, you alive?' I ask.
'Nobody over there is alive, sir.'
Sir? I'm Munds, aren't I? Heh. I guess I'm in charge, funny how that happens.
'Dude...' I begin
'ASSHOLE!' Someone yells, good, morale isn't too low.
'That's Mr.Asshole.' I reply.
Then...the enemy attack, knives.
'BAYONETS!'
That's when I see the face...
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'AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
'Drake?' She says.
'W-wh-what?'
She is quite pretty...
But...she sort of looks like...no she doesn't.
'U-uh...I gotta go.'
'Um...okay, tomorrow?'
'Yeah, sure, Stephanie.'
'It's Rebecca!'
'Yeah...whatever.'
Munds...gotta get my PR dude to spread that nickname around.