"Four guys go down a trail. A grenade sails out. One guy jumps on it and takes the blast, but it's a killer grenade and everybody dies anyway. Before they die, though, one of the dead guys says 'The fuck you do that for man?' and the jumper says, 'Story of my life man...'" -pg. 80
Although morbid, this story seems funny. This sounds like me, obviously not on the same scale. I have horrible luck, and so does this guy. O'Brien says that this is a war story that never happened. That doesn't matter because it rings true. War is never fair, and this tale displays it. It also shows the commeraderie between soldiers. They are willing to risk their lives for their friends, only so that they can march on to more imminent danger. "War buddies" get so close because they see each other at their worst and at their best. They show their true colors because they are always staring down the barrel of death. When you have everything to fear, you become an increased version of yourself. And if your friends can stand to be around you then, they will probably be lifelong friends.
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