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"Jesus Joey, you may not have the best taste in teams but your a hell of a player eh?" "Thanks David, I try to make you proud see?" "Ya do kid, now lets say we go round up the guys, game of ball aint to fun with just two people" "Yeah sure!"  These are two wonderful boys, Joey Hopkins, and David Windsholm. Joey was a nice kid, fourteen years old and the lightest blue eyes anyone could have, his brown hair went down to about the top of his neck, and stuck out a bit from the front of his New York Yankees baseball cap. David was sixteen, he had hair black as coal, but eyes greener then a tree, he was focused on doing what was right for Joey at

  A Solider's fall The rain hit his face hard like pellets as he lay on his back, staring into the endless grey sky. The once loud screaming and gunfire was now shut out purely by his thoughts, the thoughts of waking up every morning as a small child and walking to school with his best friends, his first serious relationship in high school. Even the little things had come back to him now, the great aroma of the stew his mother made every Wednesday, the way his dog had wagged its tail happily as he would come home from school, it had all rushed back to him and hit him like a freight train. The tears that streamed down his face were nearly unno