It was a fairly warm May day which is unheard of in Morvik. Norway is usually cold this time of year so the unusual warmth made the overview of training just bearable. The early morning air smelled of sweat from the soldiers who were over dressed due to expecting the frigid morning and the harsh scent of gunpowder. Today's drills were firearms instruction but I feared to go on with it. We had heard of small fires popping up around in normally stormy areas of the country and the grass around us was drier than it had been in years. After the snow had melted in late March, we thought the rain would start but after two months of nothing but cold, dry air, I was starting to worry. The more experienced men I wasn't worrying about; it was the new recruits. Don't get me wrong, the three new men who had joined the Red Army in the last few months were good, strong men... For the most part. One was good with weapons but would get sidetracked easily and would much rather stay in the barracks then actually out fighting. Then there was the logic of the three. He seemed to be the leader of the group and was probably the most energetic of the bunch. Then there was the man that was now known as the Blue Soldier. The boss was absolutely boy crazy for this man and he was well respected by his fellow peers. Personally, I didn't trust him but if Red Leader trusted him, I did too.

After an hour or so of watching the men fire at the target is when it hit me. Not the normal smoky gunpowder scent the guns left behind. Not the smoke from my almost burnt out cigarette, but smoke. Actual fire smoke. That snapped me out of the sleep like daze I had fallen into and my head shot up. First looking at the men, still firing their guns. Then to the base, a sharp grey or what I would call an eyesore compared to the brown hills around us. I wasn't able to find the direct source of the smell until I turned to the mess hall and saw smoke pouring out the door. My heart dropped and I knew I couldn't leave the men alone and all I could do is watch the black clouds billow out the building. A few bodies stumbled out the door and my heart sunk even further. Where was he. I lowered my head, not wanting to see what was going on anymore when I felt a soft grip on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around, my gun pushed right into the stomach of my husband.

"Well that's the last time I ever let newcomers use the oven." The smiling man chuckled as he spoke and looked down at me. "Can't trust anyone with anything anymore. And if you wouldn't mind, can you please remove your gun from my stomach?"

My heart stopped racing and I lowered my gun, placing it down next to me before punching the taller man in the arm.

"You dumb ass. I could've shot you. Hell I almost did." I glared up at him as I spoke. Damn this man was tall. He is by my standards the worst pilot the army had but he made up for it with his heavenly cooking. My partner in crime since third grade. Patryk was one hell of a man and one hell of a husband.

"So what happened there? Did the entire kitchen explode?" I asked, knowing I'd be the one to fill out the reports about this.. Incident...

He laughed as he looked down at me with soft eyes, "No, just a small oven fire. Nothing too major. Don't you worry Mr. Eyebrows."

He knew me too well. He knew Red would question it. He knew I would be held responsible and he knew what I was going to do next as he steps back before I can punch him in the stomach. Damn this man.