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Sand and Changes…
Roy's POV
I hate sand…he thought as hot water poured down onto him from the showerhead. I hate sand… I hate this war… I hate this very place…but most of all… "I hate the sand…" he muttered to himself.
Roy ran his fingers though his wet hair and looked around at the others in the military's sad excuse for a bathhouse. Armstrong, Havoc, Hughes, Kimbly, and a few other solders whose names he couldn't remember.
Armstrong never missing a chance to show off his muscles was bragging about how great the Armstrong line was to Havoc, who wasn't paying attention. Hughes was being… well Hughes. Roy grinned as his friend proceeded to tell the man he was standing next to about how wonderful his beautiful fiancée was.
Every day it was the same thing over and over, the only thing that changed was the number of people in the bathhouse. Some had died others who were too badly injured to walk over there. Everyone had in some way been affected by the war; some people didn't show it as much as others but you could tell they were uncomfortable. Armstrong was on the verge of a total breakdown, Hughes didn't talk as much, and Havoc smoked more.
Roy looked up at the ceiling and asked himself, how have I changed?
In truth he didn't know… but the only one out of all the solders that seemed to be unaffected was Kimbly. Roy looked over at the long haired man, who could careless about anyone other than his own self. Roy sighed, turned off the water and got ready to leave.
How have I changed? He asked himself as he exited the bathhouse and stepped out into the cold Ishballain night…
