Crackfic alert! Below is a teaser of what will mayhap be a 5-8 chapter story about…utter nonsense really =} well enjoy!
It happened late one night. Units K, and S, had just gotten back from a particularly hard mission. Eight men sat around a table in the mess hall of the SAS camp located in the Brecon Beacons.
The men just picked at their food, the atmosphere around the table was depressing. No one spoke, they were all still thinking of that brutal operation –it was a miracle they had lived through, and with minimal wounds to boot.
A young man out of S-unit –a new hotshot that had just joined the SAS recently- called Chinchilla, decided to brighten the mood.
"You know," he started, "back then on that last mission I thought that, that was the end. I actually say my life flash by; the good moments, the bad moments, all the things I've achieved in the last twenty years."
The others were watching him now, wondering where he was going with this.
"And then I remembered the day I became a man!" Chinchilla exclaimed. "Oh what a glorious day it was! The sky was the brightest blue, the sun was shining down on me approvingly. My hair was just right, I was looking damn good if I may say so myself-"
"And?" interrupted Eagle, "What happened on that "glorious day" to make even someone like you a man?"
Chinchilla glared at him, "I was getting there!" he cried with mock anger, he leaned forward resting his forearm on the table. "You see my friends that was the day I had my first kiss, that was the day I kissed Wendy Shall!"
Whatever the others had been expecting this was not it.
That's all for now folks! Please review and tell me if you think I should indeed write the story…or get my brain checked out…