His name was Stone.
Or at least, that’s what everyone called him. The name on
his dog tags was John Medina. When I got transferred into the squad, I didn’t
understand, since almost any other bunch of soldiers he’d be called Funky Cold
or Tone or something.
Very quickly though, as we tried to enforce democracy and
peace on a land that very clearly didn’t care much for the first and refused
the second, I understood why he had that name, as no matter what the hardship,
he never showed any emotion, just that same determined stare.
Then he broke.
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