Message from the Author: Hello, I posted another chapter. This one I just wrote in the past three days, as I was feeling inspired. Sorry its not that long, nor does it cover much progression in the story. Just building up to something better. Also, I changed the rating of this story from M to T, as it didn't seem to be 'coarse' enough to warrant the M, and as a T rated story, will be able to reach a larger audience. Enjoy!


A Shared Experience

"Left! Left! Left, right, your left!" The voice of a platoon sergeant bellowed out to a relatively neat formation of soldiers running along the road. 2LT Joseph was proudly leading the platoon on their run. "Left! Left! Keep it in step, now!"

"Up in the morning, outta the rack! (The platoon repeats)

Greeted at dawn with an early attack! (The platoon repeats)

First Sergeant rushes me off to chow! (The platoon repeats)

But I don't need it anyhow! (The platoon repeats)

Hail O' Hail O' Infantry! (The platoon repeats)

The Queen of Battle follow me! (The platoon repeats)

An Airborne Rangers life for me! (The platoon repeats)

'Cause nothing in this world is free! (The platoon repeats)

From a big bird in the sky! (The platoon repeats)

All will jump, and some will die! (The platoon repeats)

Off to battle we will go! (The platoon repeats)

To live or die, hell I don't know! (The platoon repeats)

Hail O' Hail O' Infantry! (The platoon repeats)

The Queen of Battle follow me! (The platoon repeats)

An Airborne Rangers life for me! (The platoon repeats)

'Cause nothing in this world is free! (The platoon repeats)

Early at night in the drizzilin' rain! (The platoon repeats)

I am hit but feel no pain! (The platoon repeats)

And in my heart, I have no fear! (The platoon repeats)

Because my Ranger God is here! (The platoon repeats)

Hail O' Hail O' Infantry! (The platoon repeats)

The Queen of Battle follow me! (The platoon repeats)

An Airborne Rangers life for me! (The platoon repeats)

'Cause nothing in this world is free! (The platoon repeats)"

"Quick-time, March!"

The platoon slowed to a rigid marching pace. The lieutenant was confused, as they weren't near their normal parade ground. In fact, he had no idea where they were. They were marching to a bridge, though.

"Your Left! … Your Left! … Your Left! … Right! Left! … One! … Two! … Three! … Foooooour!"

As the platoon turned the last bend before the bridge, the lieutenant caught a good glimpse of the bridge. It was a truss bridge in rather bad shape. Cracks along the road, and what large holes going all the way through. He also noticed a destroyed tank. Getting closer, he identified it as a T-54 or Type 59. The lieutenant shuddered, as he thought it seemed familiar, in a bad way. He started feeling déjà vu, although he couldn't pinpoint the memory that was causing it.

"Platoon, Halt!" The platoon halted in a neat fashion.

"Left Face!" Each platoon member turned to the left in a sharp, disciplined action at the same time.

"Post!" The lieutenant, who was now at the rear of the formation, ran around to the front, taking a position a step behind his platoon sergeant. His PSG turned around and saluted him. 2LT Joseph returned the salute. The PSG then took a step to the rear and jogged to the back of the formation, while 2LT Joseph stepped to the PSG's former position.

"At ease." the lieutenant said. The platoon assumed a more relaxed position. "3rd Platoon…" He started.

"Michael?" said voice from his right. He turned to see Renamon, his digimon partner.

"What the fuck?" His eyes widened. The events of the past few days surged into his head.

"What is going on?" Renamon asked.

He turned back to the formation, only to see his platoon as a pile of corpses, with the North Korean engineer with a detonator on top. He muttered his last words and squeezed the detonator. The bridge started to shake apart. The lieutenant screamed and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes moments later to find himself in Renamon's arms, several feet in the air. They landed on the edge of the road at the start of the bridge.

"Are you okay, Michael?" she asked. She was confused on that was going on, or where they were. She had never seen a paved road before and couldn't remember how she had got here.

"Yes, I…" The lieutenant hesitated. He tried to make sense of everything going on. "I think this is a dream, a nightmare."

"Oh?" Renamon was intrigued. "Are we sharing this dream together? Interesting. Maybe human and digimon partners have a connection between their minds that allows this to happen. Quite fascinating."

"Yeah, I…" The lieutenant noticed something in his peripherals. He looked up to see a bomb flying right towards them. "Look Out!" He tackled Renamon.


The lieutenant flew awake in a cold sweat and gasped for air. He was breathing heavily. He turned to his side to see Renamon awake as well.

"Are you okay, Michael?" she asked.

"Yes, I…" The lieutenant hesitated. "Were you just dreaming about me and the bridge?"

"Yes. I think we were sharing that dream together."

"That nightmare…" the lieutenant mumbled. He started to shiver. "A goddamned nightmare for sure." His teeth started to chatter. He was unsure if it was just the cold, or the frightening experience he just had. Probably both.

"Michael, you look like you are freezing." Renamon duly observed.

"I am." said the lieutenant, teeth still chattering. Renamon moved over to him and gave him in a warm hug, wrapping her arms and fluffy tail around him.

"Does this help?"

"Yeah… uh… I…" The lieutenant blushed but also was no longer shivering. He caught a good whiff of her scent and was surprised on how clean she smelled considering their living conditions. He imagined he smelled terrible.

"Good. I don't want to see you so cold." She pondered for a few moments. He enjoyed the warmth of the embrace and started to forget about the whole nightmare.

"Hopefully I won't be so cold when I go back to sleep."

"Well, maybe it's best if we go to sleep together. I'm sure we could keep each other warm." She smiled, but since they were in a hug, he couldn't see it. He blushed profusely, rather embarrassed by the proposition, although he could not deny the logic in it. He had the slightest premonition that there might have been a little more to it than just warmth, though.

"You just want to sleep in the sleeping bag and not the poncho, I see though you." He jested, using humor to deflect from the strange feeling he had. She pushed away to be face to face.

"No, I just want to keep you warm." She said, the joke flying right over her head.

"It was a joke…" He gave a small chuckle. "Okay?" She pondered the joke and got a slight idea of the humor behind it.

"Oh, I understand now." She forced out a small, unnatural chuckle to satisfy his sense of humor.

"Alright, if we're going to do this, you are going to have to get in here." She released him, and he unzipped the sleeping bag and the bivy cover. She awkwardly shuffled her way into the sleeping bag, but there was very little room. He could not close the sleeping bag, but he did manage to zip shut the bivy cover.

"Are we all good now?" he asked.

"Yes, I think this is quite swell."

"Alright. Well, then, good night, Renamon."

"Good night, Michael."