This is a special chapter! It's in Randy's point of view :) This chapter only though, so enjoy! :)

Oh, and the italics are Randy's thoughts/what he sees.

Enjoy! :)


I'm so far away from home, Afghanastan is a huge difference from St. Louis, Missouri. I miss my girls more than ever. The weather is much different here too, I'm trying my best to get used to it, and soon. I'll be here for a long while.

" Let's get a move on, Orton. " The security guard scholded, jesturing me out of the door.

I nodded my head once, and scurried my way out to the field. Today, we're going to do Boot Camp, just one day of it. They're working out asses off today, we got a job to do for these next few months. I made my way over to the line, and adjusted my shirt. They had us all wear a forest green shirt, forest green pants, and our black boots.

" Randy. " I heard a voice say to me.

I turned around to see Mark standing there with a smile.

" Oh! Sup man? " I grinned, shaking his hand.

In the Marines, we didn't hug much. It showed a softer side of us, and we needed to show off our tough side.

" How you feeling this morning? " Mark asked me.

I wasn't feeling so hot last night, I got hit with a sickness when we were coming up here.

" I'm feeling much better man, thank goodness. " I sighed in relief, turning forward abrubtly to face the Sergeant.

" Men! " He screached, grabbing the attention of the fat heads at the end of the line.

Such Children. I stood straight, not making any facial, or body movement.

" First of all, I just want to let you all know that the only way you'll survive out here, is if you pay attention! " Seargeant Christopher advised us, but it mainly went for those childish fools.

When he moved out of my sight, my eyes focused on all the stuff we had to accomplish, about ten times. Not any man would be willing to work this much, but I do. I love this country, and I love my family. I'm doing everything I possibly can to keep them safe, I cannot have them in danger.

" With that being said, get to work soilders! " Seargeant Christopher exclaimed, moving out of the way so we could begin our obstacle course.


I walked back to my bed, which was a bunkbed I shared with Mark. I use to share it with this other guy here, named Felipe. We had a few issues with eachother, so Seargeant swtiched him with Mark. It was a good decision to do that, me and Mark became best friends. Of course, John is my main man, we've been through a lot. I wonder how he's doing...

" You alright man? " Mark laughed, waving his hand in my face, similar to the way John did his catchphrase ' You Can't See Me '

" Yeah, just thinking about John. " I admitted, nodding my head.

" Ah, Cena. " Mark smirked. " I still wanna meet the guy, I told you I'm quite the fan. "

I laughed, looking down. " He's exactly like his character, just so you know. "

" Including the jokester? " Mark laughed with me.

" Yes, including his sarcastic acts too. They didn't change his character much, they wanted him to look as real as possible. Kids look up to him. "

" Oh yeah, definitely! Sophie looks up to him a lot, doesn't she? "

I nodded my head, pressing my lips together. I miss Sophie a lot, I bet she's having a blast with her uncles. I wish I could be spending time with her before she starts school. God, she's growing up so fast. I remember when she was barely born, she was a big baby. 8lbs and 8oz. Now she's a little girl, growing up so fast.

" Yeah, she loves her Uncle John. " I smiled.

The lights flickered off, then on again, in signal that it was lights out time.

" Well, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, RKO. " Mark smiled, patting my shoulder before he jumped up on his bed.

" Goodnight, MSR. " I smirked, laying back on the mattress, which wasn't as soft as the normal bed.

The lights turned off completely, and I stared up at the bottom of Mark's bed until I fell asleep.


A loud, ringing bell awoken me, as a sign to quickly put on my outfit over my original clothes. Mark jumped off his bunk, doing the same as me. We shared a quick glance, a slight smile, and a head nod before we ran out of the room. We had to leave as soon as possible to hit the area of war. Mark and I jumped into a MRAP Vehicle, grabbing our weapons which were seated in there, before we took off.

" Think positive today man, we gotta live this out. " Mark said, incouraging me.

He was always giving me strong words, knowing I had a family to go back home to. Him however, living in St. Louis as well, didn't have much family. They all resigned in the sunny California. He hadn't spoken to any of them in a while, they drifted apart. I accepted him into my family, being there for him all the time when he needed me.

" Thanks Mark, I needed to hear that. " I smiled lightly, the smile fading away as we got to the War Ground.

We jumped out of the vehicle, clutching onto our weapons. I held an M16 in my hands, Mark holding a M249 Saw. As we walked, I passed a man laying motionless, not responding to the lady next to him, trying to get him to respond. My first instincts were to see if the man was okay. Knowing myself, I willingly walked over to attempt to help.

" Randy! Get away! " Mark yelled in caution.

He jestured me to run over to him, and I did so. Once I reached him, the man stood to his feet quickly with a rifle in his hand, shooting it towards us.

" Go for cover! " I yelled, rolling on the ground to hide behind a rock.

I moved my gun over the rock, shooting at the mysterious man. Mark aimed perfectly towards his chest, taking him out in one bullet. Our weapons were nothing to mess with. It went on like this for a few minutes, finding random bystanders that ended up being our enemies. This was going to be the longest year of my life.


Author's Note,

YAY! UPDATE!

I did a lot of research for this story, aaaah.

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