Things have begun to look up for us here. Lawrence dragged me to the forest with two guns. We left Angelo behind because Lawrence told us we should.

  "What are you doing?" I questioned as we walked. Anyone in their right mind would question something like what he might have been doing.

  All Lawrence did was smile, "You'll see."

  I did indeed see. He told me soon after that we were going to be hunting animals, big and small.

  "For what?" I asked him.

  "You ask a lot of questions. We're going to be collecting their fur to get some coats. It's cold," he muttered.

  I sighed, "Trust me. I know."

  It took us a few hours to get enough to come back to camp for. We hauled it back and the hunters were surprised. Apparently, they didn't think that there was anything worth hunting in the area. We ate well today. Lawrence and I skinned the animals for their fur.

  "Why has no one thought of this before?" I inquired.

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  He shook his head, "You ask a lot of questions. I've told you this twice."

  "Well, I am truly sorry," I muttered.

  "Don't be," he muttered back, "Do you really think a camp full of soldiers would be smart enough to figure this one out."

  "I mean, we are a unit of twenty extraordinary men who they picked out specifically for this. They said we were the most qualified," I informed him.

  He nodded, "That's what you think."

  "What's so wrong with that?" I asked him.

  "Ten boys who were sent to freeze, starve, and die out in the Russian winter for something that doesn't even matter."

  I sighed, "You're starting to sound like me when I feel down."

  "You always feel down. I was thinking somebody might finally understand what I'm saying. If it were anyone, it would be you," he told me.

  I couldn't help but thank him. Out of all of this trip, I believe I have never been complimented in a way that was not out of pity.

  "We have to fight against this. Why else would we be here?" Lawrence muttered.

  I nodded, "Alright. What's happened to you?"

  His fists clenched, "Nothing even matters, Felix. Not anymore. Everything I do feels pointless. Anything anyone does feels pointless."

  "Pointless? Why is it pointless?" I questioned.

  He shrugged, "I'm not completely sure. Why don't you ask? I tried."

  "Tried what?" I inquired.

  He shook his head, "Doesn't matter in the slightest. You know, I hope that one day we get out of this unit, but I know that you were right. We're doomed."

  I have never seen Lawrence so down. It shatters my heart. Did I do something to spark this?