It was still dark when Dmitri entered the cramped room. In it the tired men and women of 3rd Platoon slept fitfully on the hard wood of the floor. He crossed to a corner and looked down at the bundle of blanket, coat, belts, and weapons which covered a sleeping man. He kicked.

A low grunt was heard coming from beneath the pile. He kicked harder.

“Arkasha, get up.”

The bundle stirred slightly. Dmitri kicked even harder, and the pile sat up.

“What.” It wasn’t a question, only a tired statement,

“He wants to see you.”

Arkady stretched and moaned as his sore muscles protested the hard floor. “Did he say why?”

Dmitri lit a cigarette and passed it down to Arkady.

“Does he ever?” Arkady grunted and stood up. He was eight cms taller than Dmitri who stood at 1.64 meters and weighted an even 140 kilos. He’d played rugby before the war, and even on bad rations carried his weight well.

Arkady turned back to the pile of cloths and found his patched brown jacket and put it on over the white and blue striped shirt. He reached down again and picked up the rough cloth patch and slipped it over his head to cover the scarred socket where his right eye used to be. The Captain didn’t like to look into the hole where the twin to the left blue eye used to sit.

The Captain was like that, though. He had his funny quirks, thought Arkady to himself. He finished getting his uniform on and buckled the ammunition belt around his waist. Slinging his submachine gun over his shoulder he stepped out of the small room as Dmitri took his spot on the floor.

Arkady stepped outside the small building and nodded to the sentry. It was turning cold again. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers and headed out into the dark. He crossed the yard and turned left down the thin dirt trail. He stopped a few paces down and unbuttoning his trousers urinated into the bushes. Finished he buttoned up as he walked along towards the Company Command post.

The sentry snapped to as he approached.

“Fuzzy Bunny,” The sentry whispered into the d