I could tell by the boyish grin on Andre’s face that he was relaxed and enjoying himself.
“Yeah, for sure. That’s the best I ever played, but you were helping me out a lot. Dang, that was fun,” he remarked.
“It is fun, but keep in mind that it’s just a game, man. Real combat is nothing like that. There are no resets, no restarts. I want you to listen to me young brother, really listen, and I’ll break it down for you. If you go into the Marines, be prepared to go overseas, either to Iraq or Afghanistan, or maybe both. We are there to stay, so don’t listen to the news reports. Let’s say you qualify and actually make it and become a Marine. When you leave the States and land in-country over there, you’ll be in harm’s way. Whether it’s close-quarters combat, driving down the road, or stopping to give a candy bar to a kid while a sniper peels your cap, it’s all the same. It’s a serious business. I’m not trying to scare you; I’m only telling you the truth. Take me, for example. How did you think I got this way? This is from real combat. No reset. No restart. So, I’m just curious, why are you considering the military?”
Andre’s posture and demeanor went cold.
“Real talk? I got a little girl to support. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate Mr. Todd hiring me, but I can do more than being a maintenance helper. My homeboy’s big brother is in the Marines, like Mr. Todd and you were. So yeah, I was thinking about it,” Andre said.
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