Snippet #865502

Joseph was surprised when the man began to laugh. He could see no reason to laugh, until he realized that his gun was the object of ridicule. Joseph's face darkened as he took the man's insults. He should have expected that this man would have the typical European mindset: everything European was far superior to anything American-made, simply because it was European. Joseph let the man finished his bit. He then looked him dead into the eyes.

"Maybe the M16 is the worst assault rifle ever produced, but it's never let me down before. That rifle saved my life and the life of my comrades more times than I care to remember. On top of that, it's never jammed on me as you described, but maybe that was because I took better care of it than most. Besides..."
Joseph looked away for a minute, and his eyes softened a bit.
"It reminds me of a better time."

His eyes hardened again and he turned back to Rino.
"Well, I would appreciate a helping hand. I would also like to rescue any civilians, if they haven't all been turned by now. So take me to your van and let's get me equipped with this so-called superior rifle. Know, however, that no weapon is a savior. A real soldier knows that the mind is the greatest weapon."

Joseph strided over to the elevator and pressed the call button. In a few minutes, the doors opened and he stepped inside. He clipped his M16 onto his belt and waited for his Romanian ally to step inside. The war against the zombies could now resume.