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"I thought we were fighting Vietnamese people, not weird bug aliens."
Move forward with the rest of the tropes and fire my M16 at any bugs I see.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Frank Goldstine
Bio: Not sure what happened but it was 1967 a few minutes age.
Health: Healthy
Status: All-Good

Kills:
1 Warrior
Related Deaths: (We'll consider all new characters to be relatives of the previous one and you get a merit point for each death)
Medals and Commendations:
Total Merit Points: 1
Rank: Private
Billet: Infantryman

Inventory:
M16, 26/30 Rounds, 180 rounds in Magazines
2 M67 Grenades
Combat Fatigues
Databox
Canteen
MRE

Upon realization that the Tank is not, in fact, shock proof, ponder the wisdom of moving away from the lightning ghost. Then file that thought away in the folder labeled 'Probably Important' and return to attempting to get the prisoner to say something useful

Spoiler:  Tobeis ‘Lightning? What lightning?’ Parrish (click to show/hide)

Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20

Physical and Mental Description: Black hair, tinted purple. Exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and num
erous scratches. Wears glasses (which have as yet managed to survive without breaking) although he can see fairly well within about 50 meters.  Pragmatic in combat, doesn't believe in fighting honorably, and very rarely ever stops moving, except to make a shot or pretend to listen to a superior officer. Has an amazing lack of respect for officers over the rank of 1st Lt. (unless they're serving on the front with him.) Prefers to use his bayonet instead of his pistol for close range, because the bayonet doesn't jam. Would rather hide in the mud than take his chances running for a better hiding place. Assigned to the 888th for assaulting a superior officer ("No, he inadvertently ran into my buttstock just before he could suggest a glorious charge towards a fortified position, clumsy sod"), shooting 3 prisoners whilst on a mission behind enemy lines ("What was I supposed to do, it was a behind-enemy-lines mission, and besides, those SS bastards had it coming to them") and failing to maintain a clean and orderly appearance during an award ceremony ("I guess 3rd strikes out, whoops, can't be any worse than have to serve under this idiot guess you'll have to transfer me to a different regiment.") Spends most of his time digging, building, or otherwise creating defensive positions to hide in when things inevitably go to shit. Is the type of guy who would tape 6 short-fused frag grenades to the inside of a blast door on the off chance that the enemy manages to open it.

Stats: +2 speed, +1 Dex, +2 Senses
Skills: +3 Rifles +2 Languages +2 Melee +1 Demolitions +1 Camo +1 Traps
Life: + 1
Inventory: 1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

IMPORTANT GEAR!
Helmet and flak vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8-8 shots, Risk 3)
1 SturmGewehr 44 (22-30 shots, Risk 4)
1 Gewehr 43 (10-10 shots, Risk 3)

1 STG magazine (30 rounds)
1 G43 magazine (10 round clips)
5 M1 8 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
Fancy SMG (0/30 shot,s Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)

Spoiler: fitting music for a truck drive (click to show/hide)

~Country roooooooads! Take meh hoooooome! To the plaaaace! I belongggggg!~
*inhales*
WEST VIRGINIA!
~Mountain mamaaaaa! Take meh hooooome! Country rooooooads!~

Spoiler: what I would probably be singing instead (click to show/hide)

~Is this the reeeeeaaal life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a laaaaandslide (with no escape) from reality!
Open your eyes!
Look up to the skies and seeeeeeeeeeeee....~
I know that song by heart. Not even joking.

Continue my drive. Try and find a cheap motel or something once I reach Chicago. Preferably one where the owner is NOT going to murder me or otherwise do things which I would rather not have done to me.

Look around other abandoned buildings for supernatural stuff.

Continue waiting. Leave the pizza out as bait. That's all its good for.

Trying to make friends while everybody is preoccupied with fighting?
Well, they're not very open to conversation at the moment so you just yell encouraging things.