[Event] didn't know what to do with himself. Seeing the Dane - the only person he would even begin to think of as a friend on the front line, conversing so easily with that-- that bitch on the other side

[Event] was happy to be back at base, mainly because of one thing - his friend, the Dane. And that's why he headed to the med area first,

[Event] lined up with the other menafter recieving the move out orders. They would be meeting up with several other platoons, after which they would advance on a town not far from the current camp.

[Event] had the watch. He was sitting a little way away from the rest of his platoon, rolling a cigarette between his fingers, wondering whether he should light it up, or save it for later.

[Event] had finally reached the front line, where the mood was surprisingly light. The enemy had been spotted for a while, and there was even a talk about an advance mission going around in a humm of excitement

[Event] was carefully polishing his rifle, making sure it was perfectly clean. Any grit that caught it the barrel could send the bullet flying, or worse, explode in his face, he'd learnt that the hard way.

decides that it would be good to walk his dogs and get out of the house for a little while