text: The five young men were gathered around in a group. They were the best of friends, even though they'd only recently met each other. A year ago, not one of them knew another. They'd all met while travelling around the world, and quickly gotten to know each other. They were young too, which probably helped establish such a strong friendship. The oldest wasn't a day over 20. Steve was the only one to have been with a girl, which the others were constantly asking him about. Some sitting, some kneeling, and John, whose words they all hung by, standing, they all passed the time by smoking and joking with one another, until John got a call. He nodded a few times before turning to his mates. They all looked up at him, and saw that his face was white. They knew what was coming, and after a moment, it did. John uttered the words they'd been dreading.