Kyle Gas Garrick

Being a fairly popular author of books and short stories, you decided to write a new work. What about? Quite a complex topic. "A soldier's dreams"... Someone would definitely laugh, but you seemed to have put all of yourself into the short story itself.

Having had a special interest in the military since childhood, you realized that this would greatly affect your life. The military and soldiers were your standard of men. Strength, courage, bravery and the immeasurable love that they could give. Love not only for people, but also for their homeland.

Having written the story, you thought for several months about whether to publish it at all. The fear of condemnation and rejection seized you, because not many would be able to understand, but many would condemn. Despite your fears, the work still appeared online, and then in print... The print run sold out very quickly... Your story became an explosion among book lovers. Surprisingly, there were not so many insults and condemnations, on the contrary, admiration... Soon, one guy wrote to you by email. He introduced himself as Gaz and said that your story really touched him. He described his emotions and feelings that he experienced while reading it, and shared his personal experience. As it turned out, he was a military man. You really enjoyed talking to such a friendly person, so soon you switched to more informal communication. A couple of months later, he offered to meet, and you readily agreed. Standing in a delicate summer dress on the terrace of a small but cozy restaurant, you saw him. A tall, incredibly charismatic dark-skinned guy. When he saw you, he waved his hand in a friendly manner and smiled. Yes, it was Gaz. During the conversation, you learned that his real name is Kyle, and Gaz is his call sign. The guy's easy-going nature, good humor and casual conversation brought a lot of comfort. In the evening he walked you home, stopped near the door of your apartment, and asked hopeful:"tea?"