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It was two weeks and Gordo still saw no point in his having to leave home so abruptly. He'd done nothing but sit around camp for the past few weeks, not that he'd rather be fighting, but still. It didn't seem as though he'd be serving his country any time soon. The entire length of his stay consisted of moping around camp and wishing that he were back at home with Elizabeth. He'd much rather be at home, protecting her. But he wasn't, he was here, in this filthy camp, with absolutely nothing better to do then sit and talk to other men in the same position as him and was bored out of his mind. He'd even reached a breaking point and gave Ethan a second chance at conversation. Despite their first meeting, Gordo found that Ethan actually an interesting person and the guy was seriously growing on Gordo. He'd found himself searching out the notorious blond on more then one occasion. Maybe it was the fact that their age was so close. Maybe it was that the nut had so many interesting stories to tell. Maybe it was just that Gordo was lonely. Whatever it was, Gordo discovered that he was on friendly terms with Ethan.
"Dude, they're collecting the mail." Ethan poked Gordo in the side, trying to get the raven head's attention.
"Huh?" Gordo mumbled, fazing out of his thoughts.
"I said.. That they are collecting the mail. You know? Mail? As in that pile of letters that you've killed a tree to write. I wouldn't want you to commit tree massacre without having a purpose. Let those trees not die in vain!" Ethan said, waving his arms dramatically.
"Ill be right back! Don't let them go away!" Gordo called as he scrambled to his feet and sprinted to his tent, faintly hearing Ethan's muttered comment, "he's so whipped!" and the agreeing snicker of the rest of their group that followed it. He'd be sure to argue against that once he'd safely deposited his parcels.
Once inside his tent, he found his growing pile of paper and dashed back, searching for the man that was carrying the large, bulging rucksack that stretched from all the mail it contained. Finding him, Gordo sighed and quickly returned to his position next to Ethan.
"Back so soon?" Ethan said upon his return, "Dude, that was like a record or something."
"Shut up." Gordo simply replied, hitting Ethan on the shoulder.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Ethan cried indignantly, rubbing the spot where he had been punched.
"Oh you are such a ninny, Ethan! That did not hurt!" Gordo sighed.
"And how would you know? Are you the one that was punched? I think not! And I am not a ninny. If anyone is the ninny, it would be you." He said, pointing his finger into Gordo's chest.
"And you figure that how?" Gordo countered, fully enjoying the play-sparing match.
"Well. You see, I .... I mean, you....." Gordo waited intently as he watched Ethan's face flash with the look that he only had when he was thinking very hard; he almost always would end up not knowing the answer anyways. Seeing his comrade's face, Gordo smiled in triumph. "What I mean is that you never. but I don't.... what were we talking about again?" Ethan sighed in defeat as he finally gave up. He curiously scratched his head while all the onlookers cracked up in laughter.
The roar of amusement was quickly short lived when a red-faced soldier ran up to their group, huffing and puffing as his eyes frantically darted back and forth. With a look of puzzlement, everyone glanced up at the man's crimson face and waited for him to catch his breath. The man stood there for a moment, holding painfully onto his chest as his entire body shook.
"Get.get." the sweaty man wheezed, "get your stuff, commander's called us, we leave in five minutes." He managed to squeak out. "Hurry!" he urgently called over his shoulder before sprinting over to the next group of soldiers. Automatically, Gordo's bunch all sprung to their feet.
"Wait!" Gordo called, feeling panicked, "what's going on?"
"Go!" Ethan yelled, pushing Gordo roughly in the direction of his tent. "Get your rifle. If you don't have one, tell your supervising commander. Find a helmet that doesn't slide around on your head and grab as many bullets as you can carry." Gordo just stood there in shock as the orders slowly sank in. "Now!" Ethan barked as he darted towards his own tent. Gordo had never seen Ethan act so serious in his whole two weeks of knowing him. He'd always seemed so laid back and reserved.
Gordo gaped as everyone around him ran into their tents and back out of them faster then he could bat an eye. The people reminded Gordo of ants. Tiny, red ants, madly scuttling out of the their hill that had just been kicked down, only to go back inside to retrieve the colony's precious eggs.
He was literally knocked back into reality as an aged, burly man slammed into him and Gordo was thrown inelegantly onto his ass. "Get a move on, sonny!" the beefy man called, not bothering to see if the younger man was all right, while continuing his running.
A scowl took over Gordo's features as he ran into his own tent. He detested being called sonny. It was the worst name in the world, far worse then 'hey you' or even 'kid'. How could one expect to get proper respect while being called 'sonny'? It took all Gordo had not to spit at the thought. Disgusting.
After a short spasm of grunting, his clumsy hands found the rifle jammed under his cot and sprinted to join the loud congregation outside, only to discover that he had missed the beginning of the speech. Great, just peachy.
"... march for a day and a half to meet up with the rest of our troop. Is that clear? Good! Lets go."
"Lets go." Gordo whispered under his breath, "lets go."
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It was two weeks and Gordo still saw no point in his having to leave home so abruptly. He'd done nothing but sit around camp for the past few weeks, not that he'd rather be fighting, but still. It didn't seem as though he'd be serving his country any time soon. The entire length of his stay consisted of moping around camp and wishing that he were back at home with Elizabeth. He'd much rather be at home, protecting her. But he wasn't, he was here, in this filthy camp, with absolutely nothing better to do then sit and talk to other men in the same position as him and was bored out of his mind. He'd even reached a breaking point and gave Ethan a second chance at conversation. Despite their first meeting, Gordo found that Ethan actually an interesting person and the guy was seriously growing on Gordo. He'd found himself searching out the notorious blond on more then one occasion. Maybe it was the fact that their age was so close. Maybe it was that the nut had so many interesting stories to tell. Maybe it was just that Gordo was lonely. Whatever it was, Gordo discovered that he was on friendly terms with Ethan.
"Dude, they're collecting the mail." Ethan poked Gordo in the side, trying to get the raven head's attention.
"Huh?" Gordo mumbled, fazing out of his thoughts.
"I said.. That they are collecting the mail. You know? Mail? As in that pile of letters that you've killed a tree to write. I wouldn't want you to commit tree massacre without having a purpose. Let those trees not die in vain!" Ethan said, waving his arms dramatically.
"Ill be right back! Don't let them go away!" Gordo called as he scrambled to his feet and sprinted to his tent, faintly hearing Ethan's muttered comment, "he's so whipped!" and the agreeing snicker of the rest of their group that followed it. He'd be sure to argue against that once he'd safely deposited his parcels.
Once inside his tent, he found his growing pile of paper and dashed back, searching for the man that was carrying the large, bulging rucksack that stretched from all the mail it contained. Finding him, Gordo sighed and quickly returned to his position next to Ethan.
"Back so soon?" Ethan said upon his return, "Dude, that was like a record or something."
"Shut up." Gordo simply replied, hitting Ethan on the shoulder.
"Ouch! That hurt!" Ethan cried indignantly, rubbing the spot where he had been punched.
"Oh you are such a ninny, Ethan! That did not hurt!" Gordo sighed.
"And how would you know? Are you the one that was punched? I think not! And I am not a ninny. If anyone is the ninny, it would be you." He said, pointing his finger into Gordo's chest.
"And you figure that how?" Gordo countered, fully enjoying the play-sparing match.
"Well. You see, I .... I mean, you....." Gordo waited intently as he watched Ethan's face flash with the look that he only had when he was thinking very hard; he almost always would end up not knowing the answer anyways. Seeing his comrade's face, Gordo smiled in triumph. "What I mean is that you never. but I don't.... what were we talking about again?" Ethan sighed in defeat as he finally gave up. He curiously scratched his head while all the onlookers cracked up in laughter.
The roar of amusement was quickly short lived when a red-faced soldier ran up to their group, huffing and puffing as his eyes frantically darted back and forth. With a look of puzzlement, everyone glanced up at the man's crimson face and waited for him to catch his breath. The man stood there for a moment, holding painfully onto his chest as his entire body shook.
"Get.get." the sweaty man wheezed, "get your stuff, commander's called us, we leave in five minutes." He managed to squeak out. "Hurry!" he urgently called over his shoulder before sprinting over to the next group of soldiers. Automatically, Gordo's bunch all sprung to their feet.
"Wait!" Gordo called, feeling panicked, "what's going on?"
"Go!" Ethan yelled, pushing Gordo roughly in the direction of his tent. "Get your rifle. If you don't have one, tell your supervising commander. Find a helmet that doesn't slide around on your head and grab as many bullets as you can carry." Gordo just stood there in shock as the orders slowly sank in. "Now!" Ethan barked as he darted towards his own tent. Gordo had never seen Ethan act so serious in his whole two weeks of knowing him. He'd always seemed so laid back and reserved.
Gordo gaped as everyone around him ran into their tents and back out of them faster then he could bat an eye. The people reminded Gordo of ants. Tiny, red ants, madly scuttling out of the their hill that had just been kicked down, only to go back inside to retrieve the colony's precious eggs.
He was literally knocked back into reality as an aged, burly man slammed into him and Gordo was thrown inelegantly onto his ass. "Get a move on, sonny!" the beefy man called, not bothering to see if the younger man was all right, while continuing his running.
A scowl took over Gordo's features as he ran into his own tent. He detested being called sonny. It was the worst name in the world, far worse then 'hey you' or even 'kid'. How could one expect to get proper respect while being called 'sonny'? It took all Gordo had not to spit at the thought. Disgusting.
After a short spasm of grunting, his clumsy hands found the rifle jammed under his cot and sprinted to join the loud congregation outside, only to discover that he had missed the beginning of the speech. Great, just peachy.
"... march for a day and a half to meet up with the rest of our troop. Is that clear? Good! Lets go."
"Lets go." Gordo whispered under his breath, "lets go."
Ta da!! Well? What did you think?? Please review! Thanks!!!!!! : )