[I'm just going to write this from Mike and Micky's points of views.] 

"Let's all stick together." Mike said to me as we walked from the latrine to the tent for lights out. 

"Okay." I agreed. 

"You keep close to Jones and I'll keep Peter and myself close to you. Alright?" Mike asked. I nodded because Mike seemed to have an anterior reason for this request. 

"Ya dig, Dolenz?" He asked. I realized he couldn't see my nod in the dark of the night. 

"Yeah, I dig it." I sighed. "But on one condition." I added.

"What?" He asked.

"Don't call me Dolenz." I smiled.

"We're in the army!" Mike laughed. "That's what we're suppose to do." 

"Right." I chuckled.

"That's what everyone did here two years ago." Mike added.

"And how would you know?" I asked playfully.

I heard Mike stop and open our tent flap. "Because I was here." I imagined him smirking at me just before he entered the tent. I entered with him. 

"Really?" I asked with surprise.

"Yeah." Mike sighed. He pulled out something from his pack and turned it on. A flashlight. He shone it right in my face. I blocked the bright light with my hand. 

"Here." He extended the flashlight to me.  

I took it from him and sat on Davy's bunk. 

"That's for you. I know it won't be the same as the lamp, but it is a light  just the same." Mike said.

"Thanks." I examined the light. It was a good sturdy thing. 

"You're welcome." 

"Mike, how did you get home?" I asked. 

"Well the entire camp was getting sick and dying and I got sick. They decided to send me and a few other sickly soldiers home to receive better treatment. We'd already served our term and we didn't have to go back unless we were drafted. 

"Then why did you re-enlist?" I asked.

"Well, I knew Pete wouldn't be able to kill a man so I came to protect him." 

"He's in a war now. He doesn't have a choice to kill or not." I said in a whisper. "You of all people should know that." 

"Yeah I know. I mean I'll just do my best to keep his casualty rate as low as possible." 

I nodded. Peter and Davy were cackling as they entered the tent. 

"What's up with you two?" Mike asked. 

"Oh nothing." Peter laughed and winked at Davy as he pulled himself up onto the top bunk.  

Davy got into his bunk and I got up into mine. 

"Come on guys!" I begged. 

"Do you really want to know?" Davy asked.

"Yes!" Mike and I answered. 

"Peter you want to tell them?" David asked. 

"Sure. Well we were on our way from the latrine and we passed by Lieutenant Kirshner's tent. This girl trips out of the tent and grabs Davy. Her clothes were all ripped and everything. And that's when the lieutenant runs out with nothing but a towel on. 

The girl screamed and ran away. 

'You'll be back.' Kirshner yelled and flipped her off. When he lifted his hand his towel fell. As he scrambled to pick it back up Davy whispered, 'She's not running from much.'" Peter busted out laughing again. I giggled uncomfortably and so did Mike. 

"Funny right?" Davy said with a smile. 

"Killer." I said as I sat up in my bunk. I had my gun draped across my knees. I would be ready if an attack was made. The other boys quieted their laughter and soon drifted into slumber. The day had been a long one and everybody was tired. 

Somehow, I even drifted off to sleep, at some point. 

In the morning I felt as if I had been hit by a car. In training they had drilled us and trained us, but I'd been out of practice for a week or so. My muscles were sore from being overused. I could barely lift my head in the morning because of the energy it required. It was energy I lacked. 

But by roll call an hour later I was at least dressed and on my feet.