Charlie Team- Chp. 1
It was 0215 and the Bellow Woods subdivision of Fort Griffith had been silent for some time. Except…there was quiet activity in three houses. Eighteen year old Marcus Blane, dressed in jeans, tennis shoes and a grey t-shirt with ARMY printed on the front of it, wondered for the thousandth time if he was doing the right thing. He looked at the letter on his desk one last time and turned the lamp off. He stood in his dark childhood bedroom and wondered what the morning would bring. Whatever it was, Marcus didn't plan on being around to find out.
He walked out the front door and the street was quiet, except for two other men his own age standing on the street. Jack Gearhardt and Sam Brown were Marcus' oldest friends in the world. Though he'd only known Sam for two years, the two were bonded by their father's shared occupation. Jack and Marcus, though, had grown up together. Mac and Tiffy had been Uncle and Aunt to Marcus since he was knee high to a grasshopper.
Marcus smiled at the memories this neighborhood evoked and knew the next time he saw it, it would be in Army Greens.
" 'Sup, homes?" He asked.
" nothin' much. Kick the tires and light the fires." Jack said.
Sam and Marcus laughed at the old saying. "Let's go before our mother's wake up and have conniptions. I don't think the street would survive three nuclear blasts at once." Marcus said. He companions attempted to stifle their laughter.