On war, and death
Killers, pure and simple.
I went to war with these men.
We dug foxholes, cursed bombardments, dodged bullets and smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes together. And we killed. Lots and lots of killing. During our time in combat, we relied on each other to stay alive and developed a kinship like nothing else. War has a way of stripping away the unnecessary bits around a man’s personality, and lays bare their soul. I watched Tobias cry over the death of a friend, Walt dismantle a Nazi using only his broken left hand and some parachute chord. Luis…well, you have no idea what Luis is capable of.
All of this during our 6 hours at Paintball Adventures. What might have looked like prepubescent children to you were elite SS stormtroopers to us; what could have been mistaken for the occasional stray paintball was the heaviest enemy bombardment of World War II.
Do we play too much Rainbow Six? Yes.
Walt looks like one of those mountain folks that has many, many bodies of former prostitutes buried in his backyard … Like a bad SVU episode