Like Bending Rays of Light

Dawn was breaking over the treetops when Max stepped out from the tent. It was a cool damp morning, and he zippered up the jacket. The unit had already begun breaking camp down, loading equipment into the back of trucks. 

Before he did anything, he fished a cigarette out of a metal pack in his pocket and lit it. He wanted to start the day off on the right track.

"What's the word," he asked a soldier who was passing by. 

"We got to head west," the warrior said. "There's a huge storm front coming in from the east and we need to find a better place to hold up for a while."

Max nodded at the soldier and turned to see if he could find a cup of coffee somewhere.