Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own jack.

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In Memory: Chapter One

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Everyone had lost someone. A brother, mother, father, friend. And the guys at RangeMan celebrated their lives by having a drink or three and letting their hair down, or so to speak. Every year, once a year, the guys got together and had themselves a good time at one of the local dives. They even organized rides so everyone could party and drink without having to worry about who was taking everyone home.

But per usual Ranger didn't stay long. He didn't like to leave the company in the hands of those who were unfamiliar with the accounts, even if they were RangeMan employees brought in from the other branches. His customers deserved an experienced hand available to them at all times. Or that was the bull he spouted every time so one asked why he left right before the fun started.

Little did the others know that he liked to sit in his apartment on seven and mourn. He mourned all the men who had lost their lives serving with him, under him. He mourned the life he could have had and the family he lost to his ARMY career, his daughter. And most of all he mourned this empty space. He wasn't sure what would fill it but he mourned its emptiness all the same.

And everyone mourns differently.

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AN: What do you think? I plan to crank out a few more chapters to see what ya'll think. This is the first story I've posted here for a while. I am stealing one of my characters from my other stories so don't freak if you've seen her somewhere before.