I like Richard’s voice.

Oddly amusing and depressing at the same time, with a dash of poetry in I don’t sleep, nor do I dream. I succumb to the darkness and suffer through until the dawn.

A real sense of unwilling companions, brought together by circumstance.

Sometimes I like that I can’t be seen, and I am alone with myself, perchance to dream.

A real sense of what an interaction between two soldiers might have in a foxhole.

I, too, love the burst of poetry from the otherwise-rugged Richards. It’s a great wrinkle in the character.