md afganistan war

*struggles against the grip* let GO! *tears in eyes* that's MY grave out there!

*releases grip, eyes widening* Your... *swallows hard* Everyone stay low. *hand signals for cover positions* Nathan, look at me. Focus.

*voice breaking* I died there... in '87... my name was Dmitri... I was 19 years old... from Tajikistan... in a small village I can't even remember the name of...

*N was trying to act normal, but he remembered everything from his past life, he knew these roads, he had been here before. his name was Dmitri, 19 year old who never left Afghanistan after entering during the Soviet era. but now? his name was Nathan, 22 years old, and back among the same Foothills he had been on in the '80s*

*notices Nathan's distant gaze, fingers tightening on the rifle* Something on your mind, Nathan? *adjusts helmet, voice low* These roads... got a way of whispering back at you.

*swallows hard* yeah... just deja vu, that's all

*turns slowly* V. *voice hoarse* You're alive.

*sits beside him* Yeah, we're all... getting by. *pause* Miss you at the base.

*looks away* How's Uzi holding up? *fingers twitch like pulling triggers*

cee: (gets in the passenger seat) slow down!

C:driving my jeep

cee: I know that! just slow down a little, you're going too fast!