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Walt's never spent any time to look at the bookshelf and then pick out a book to read, but ever since Pam's been gone, he doesn't really know what to do with himself, so he figures maybe now would be the time.
None of the books really seem interesting (a lot of them are about war, which he appreciates, but he's not really in the mood for any of it), when one book sparks his interest.
"Generation Kill" it says in bold letters on the back, Evan Wright written beneath it. He remembers the reporter that embedded with them, of course he does- knows the reporter was at least gonna put this into the Rolling Stone magazine, and hell, if he decided to make a book out of it? Even more awesome, Walt thinks.
With a grin on his face, Walt grabs the book. He thumbs through it, intent on sitting down and reading it, when he comes across a bunch of pages right in the middle of the book, with pictures on them.
He takes a closer look at said pictures and realizes...
He doesn't know these people.
There's names he knows all too well; reads the names 'Person', 'Jacks', 'Colbert' among others, but Walt doesn't know the people depicted. Hell, he doesn't even know this 'Kocher' person, but he knows there's some dude in Patterson's team who looks remotely like him.
On the last page of pictures, he comes across a picture of the whole platoon. He remembers it being taken: They all assembled around a big statue of Saddam Hussein, some guys holding a US flag, and shouted 'Kill!' at the tops of their lungs, all the while grinning like fools.
But those people are not the ones he went to war with. Beneath the pictures, he reads the names of the men, all of them familiar. When he spots his name, Walt's stomach drops.
In front of his name is a number: 6. His eyes travel up to the number on the picture, praying to God his eyes were just playing a trick on him.
His eyes fix on the man, but... the man in this picture is not him.
"What the fuck, Rolling Stone?" He hisses, feeling completely and utterly confused.
[Canon puncture, m'lovelies! Catch Walt in the rec room, maybe tell him what the hell is going on. ST/LT very welcome!]
None of the books really seem interesting (a lot of them are about war, which he appreciates, but he's not really in the mood for any of it), when one book sparks his interest.
"Generation Kill" it says in bold letters on the back, Evan Wright written beneath it. He remembers the reporter that embedded with them, of course he does- knows the reporter was at least gonna put this into the Rolling Stone magazine, and hell, if he decided to make a book out of it? Even more awesome, Walt thinks.
With a grin on his face, Walt grabs the book. He thumbs through it, intent on sitting down and reading it, when he comes across a bunch of pages right in the middle of the book, with pictures on them.
He takes a closer look at said pictures and realizes...
He doesn't know these people.
There's names he knows all too well; reads the names 'Person', 'Jacks', 'Colbert' among others, but Walt doesn't know the people depicted. Hell, he doesn't even know this 'Kocher' person, but he knows there's some dude in Patterson's team who looks remotely like him.
On the last page of pictures, he comes across a picture of the whole platoon. He remembers it being taken: They all assembled around a big statue of Saddam Hussein, some guys holding a US flag, and shouted 'Kill!' at the tops of their lungs, all the while grinning like fools.
But those people are not the ones he went to war with. Beneath the pictures, he reads the names of the men, all of them familiar. When he spots his name, Walt's stomach drops.
In front of his name is a number: 6. His eyes travel up to the number on the picture, praying to God his eyes were just playing a trick on him.
His eyes fix on the man, but... the man in this picture is not him.
"What the fuck, Rolling Stone?" He hisses, feeling completely and utterly confused.
[Canon puncture, m'lovelies! Catch Walt in the rec room, maybe tell him what the hell is going on. ST/LT very welcome!]