Became Friends As We Learned How To Fight
Apr. 29th, 2011 03:42 amBecame Friends As We Learned How To Fight
Generation Kill || Ray Person, Walt Hasser, little bit of Brad Colbert and Nate Fick || Teen || ~3500 words
Originally posted January 19 2011 at this post, and archived A03.
Disclaimer: I am completely full of shit; I come from a family of liars and proudly carry on that tradition. Uh, this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.
Summary: Ray doesn't adjust easily to civilian life.
A/N: Yeah, idek. I wanted fic and couldn't find it and accidentally wrote it myself? I blame
irisgirl12000 for taking advantage of the fact I was laying on her couch and suffering from COL and a concussion. She made me watch GK, yall, knowing I would get hooked. Apparently it was payback for bandom. A few other people saw this in email, but I never actually posted it because I'm me. So you can blame
swear_jar for me actually posting it. And blame me for any mistakes and inaccuracies. It was betad (by
irisgirl12000, whose name you're probably tired of seeing and who just changed her lj name and if I was typing the new name in this post instead of the old name, I'd remember what it was by now!) and she probably told me to fix things and I didn't. Title comes from Rise Against's Hero of War.
( The dreams are worse than actually living through the shit, Ray thinks, snagging himself another beer from the fridge and wondering if it was maybe a good thing that he had been living on a diet of Ripped Fuel, instant coffee, and adrenaline while they were in Iraq. )
Generation Kill || Ray Person, Walt Hasser, little bit of Brad Colbert and Nate Fick || Teen || ~3500 words
Originally posted January 19 2011 at this post, and archived A03.
Disclaimer: I am completely full of shit; I come from a family of liars and proudly carry on that tradition. Uh, this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.
Summary: Ray doesn't adjust easily to civilian life.
A/N: Yeah, idek. I wanted fic and couldn't find it and accidentally wrote it myself? I blame
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( The dreams are worse than actually living through the shit, Ray thinks, snagging himself another beer from the fridge and wondering if it was maybe a good thing that he had been living on a diet of Ripped Fuel, instant coffee, and adrenaline while they were in Iraq. )