<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: back at the party </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Rian, open</strong><br/><strong>Content: Re-evaluating situation </strong><br/><strong>Wearing:Jeans, snow jacket and white Nikes</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Chuckling calmly, he could tell she was holding something back, but better to let it lie. "Be my guest hon, its all there for the picking.  She was a really sweet gal, and he knew would.be a great friend. She seemed to cringe a little when i discussed my military background.<em>a lot of folks do not actually support it genius</em><br/>When she arrived back at the table, a plate of wings and a soda held in her other hand. "Pretty good huh" accepting the wing from her and smiled casually at her question, "afraid is a term i use to describe a haunted house or a scary movie, what i felt while serving was something akin to sheer terror." Looking at her, casually with a serious undertone, "the nights were the worst, you felt safe, yet just when you.begin to doze off", tilts his head from side to side, "the gunfire begins again, the artillery fires, and the yelling continues, it truly is Hell."<br/>