“How to Tell a True War Story” character narrative

“Today’s a beautiful day,” said Lemon as he was walking with platoon into the wilderness. Thinking that today did not suck too much, even almost peaceful he would say. Which was a stretch since Lemon hated the mountains. The mountains to him were like quicksand sucking in the living and the dead. He was tired of death, it surround them everywhere they went. There is the constant idea of death. Never returning home and remembered as a hero of war. Then there is death itself watching your fellow soldiers next to you dieing left and right from the most horrible things imaginable. Bullets, knives, machine guns, bombs, combat all coming at you. Death has a stench that no person can ignore, but they all want too.
Lemon’s thoughts turned to his death, wondering again if his number was up like every other man here. Lemon knew like that the men around him; he would die with honor and courage, because there was no choice. The men around him were more then just his comrades they were his friends. Like Rat, without him I would be in a metal coffin flying home. Out of nowhere Lemon said, “Thanks Rat.” Rat replied, “What the fuck for?” Lemon simply turned around, smiled, and said, “For being my wingman.” Rat did not say anything and just patted Lemon on the back like a big brother would to his little brother he loved so dear.