Darkness came and so did the catcalls. Gimme a minute. Finally, to the cheers of the Grunts, the movie started. Everyone was having a great time, including the kid lying on his back on the stage below the screen. Best seat in the house, his bros agreed.
Grunts dove for cover, grabbing weapons as they sought the protection of the now-darkened flick.
The reaction squad moved quickly, putting out rounds as the 4.2-inch mortar team fired illumination rounds up into the night, trying to light up the bad guys. The movie started again, lighting up the stage and the first few rows of wooden benches. One of the Grunts lying on the stage turned and made some remark to his friend, the short-timer. When his friend did not respond, he nudged the short-timer again. He turned to face his buddy and saw the hole in the kid's forehead.