Two months later.

I sat in the living room thinking about what the important information Donald wanted to tell all of us during our training was going to be.

I had a blue shirt and a black trouser on as I was ready to set out for my training classes.

Donald and I were already friends and we were too close for someone to believe that we just met two months ago. We both go out a day in the week to discuss about matters.

I can remember about a month ago when he was to fight in a war, I asked to follow him and he gave me a...