Dan sat on the bench and slowly took apart his gun. It was a simple 10mm with one or two upgrades. But it was old. At first it was his great grandfathers back in the Gulf War, and it was slowly handed down from son to son. And now Dan was cleaning just as the great men before him had. The trip was taking longer than he had hoped and time always seemed to fly when he cleaned this gun. It needed to be cleaned anyway, he could feel these things. You see, Dan was a top class soldier. He had been the first to finish combat and field operatives in the camp. He was the best soldier out there.
"Hey, Dan we.... Are you cleaning that dang gun, again. Man I told you that thing is messing with your mind." That was Andy. He wasn't a real soldier, but he still fought. He grew up on the streets of Earth. He was one of the gangs main men. He could shoot a target a mile away and talk his way out of anything.
"I know. I just want this flight to end." Dan said.
"Hey me too, man. I can't wait to see Erica again." Andy pulled a picture from his pocket and rubbed his thumb over the face a a beautiful woman with long light brown hair and the perfect face. "And I'm sure you can't wait to see your family, too, right?"
Dan looked over a a picture that was sitting on the dresser. In it was a tall woman wearing a jacket and short shorts. Next to her was a boy and a girl, they were about three or four. "I wish I was there right now. I would stand outside, staring at the house until one of them sees I'm out there. Then they would all come running out and I would give them a huge hug." Dan look sad as this thought faded. Little did he know that that moment would never happen.

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