Remembrance

By Andrew

"I think that last hit destroyed our main fuel tanks Skipper Nessly!!!"

"What sailor Thomas, this is in destructible ship."

"That's what they said about the Titanic sir!"

I think the event that I will remember for the rest of my life will be the first time I went over my friend Sean's house. Sean was my best friend, something about him made me want to be his friend. Sean was a little on the husky side, and was some what sort. He lived in a nice 2 floor house with his own wieght room. The first time I went over we went to the green-gray murky creek in the back of his house to build docks and boats. I remember him yelling as loud as his voice could last and carry, "Bring more mud for the huge dark and distinct flood docks."

We would make boats and sail them down the salty murky green-gray boiling hot greasy slimy sticky water. Then we would make "indestructible" enemy bases and massive fleets of mammoth sized foggy prototypes, vehicles, and boats and send them up in explosive battles.

We would play that the enemy stole a prototype and put it into a foggy towering fort with a colossal army and fortification so tight it was like an elephant in a size 12 swimming suit. We then would build our bases and units for them. Then would use special tactics like stealth or dynamic. We would use minute pebbles for bullets and choking dust balls as gas grenades.

Our men would creep through the dim and dark pea soup. We would set up camp in the filthy mist. The next day we would attack the enemy on their flanks and capture their field-commander and make him talk. Then we would use him as gruesome grotesque bait to eliminate the last of the sticky hot ugly and worn out enemy scum.

Even though Sean is gone, he will always be my friend.