God if he could find a way to make the sounds of explosions and screaming and gunfire quiet down in his head, he might be able to pull himself together a little bit better. As it is, his head feels like it might split into halves and his whole body shivers, like a sudden chill or draft slipped in through an open window.
"Oh yeah, a trip. The bad kind, where it starts out so great, you're flying as high as a F-4 Phantom ready to unload, then everything goes to shit."
Ten months. Ten months and he's somehow back here, in the Academy, in his own bedroom with leftovers on the walls from childhood. He finishes with his shirt and sits heavily on his bed, bending to pull his boots onto bare feet. Dave hated it when he did shit like that.
"So while everyone else was busy playing house, those assholes that broke in here found me instead. It was really good stuff. Tied me to a chair, beat the shit out of me. But hey, I talked to an old, dead psycho Russian lady. Couldn't understand a word she said but hey, it passed the time."
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"Oh yeah, a trip. The bad kind, where it starts out so great, you're flying as high as a F-4 Phantom ready to unload, then everything goes to shit."
Ten months. Ten months and he's somehow back here, in the Academy, in his own bedroom with leftovers on the walls from childhood. He finishes with his shirt and sits heavily on his bed, bending to pull his boots onto bare feet. Dave hated it when he did shit like that.
"So while everyone else was busy playing house, those assholes that broke in here found me instead. It was really good stuff. Tied me to a chair, beat the shit out of me. But hey, I talked to an old, dead psycho Russian lady. Couldn't understand a word she said but hey, it passed the time."