'Bien Hoa Airbase, home sweet home' Michael thought as he got off the military transport plane.
He looked around squinting as the sun glares into his eyes. After reporting to his commander, entering his barracks, picking a bunk to sleep on. Michael got comfy and started unpacking, "Hey, The FNGs are here" someone exclaimed, another one of his buddies looked at me "Who're you?" with a noticable southern accent.
"Michael" Michael replied, "Huh" he lost interest and started bothering the other new guys around.
Weeks later
After much interaction with Michael's unit, he fit in quite well. everyone was nicknamed after where they're from, there was Tex(Michael), Asshole, Baby Man, Blondie, Cat, Monk, Doc, Corp, Jew, and Sgt. Bird Shit, but nobody often calls him that. Everybody knew and introduced each other with their own nicknames, unless the both of you were close, you wouldn't know their real name, or you just won't remember. 'Oh shit, fighting with these guys... I'm dead in 9 months' Michael thought as he joked around with his buddies. then our Sergeant announced our first operation. Operation Hump. Fuck.