Last night we had a strange dream. James was still alive, not only that, he was promoted to Captain and put in charge of the platoon. He kept saying he didn't know how to do this and we kept telling him to just pretend he did, that's what the others did. We went to join the formation and our cover was tattered and had holes in it. We looked around and saw that everyone else in the platoon were just kids. We still had our beard. We all went into the shit and we woke up the wife screaming so she woke us up.