What It Must Be Like

“I can't believe we're gonna be leaving this place,” Micheal Smith said. For the first time in his life, he looked professional in his uniform with it's fresh commissioned Lieutenant stripes. He stood in the middle of the room with Cris and Bobby. The room they had been sharing with each other for the past four years of their lives.
“It was tough Mickie. All those drills and oh... Oh that FOOD!” Cris said, clinging on to a navy blue cloth bag that was flung over his soldiers.
“The food wasn't that bad, but I never saw so many potatoes in my life,” 'Mickie' said, “I'm just glad we won't have to worry about it anymore.”
“Micheal, Cristian, Robert your assignments,” Drill Sargent Harris said while walking into the, now, empty room.
“Thank you sir.” All three men said. Bob dropped his bag to open the letter. Cris didn't bother to do anything with his bag and just ripped the letter open. But Micheal just opened his letter slowly trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he read his assignment.
A wide smile crept onto Cris's face and he relayed what his assignment was: “I got Okinawa. I can enjoy the sun and eat the local cuisine.”
His roommates congratulated him and Bobby read his assignment, “I got Germany,” He said while his eyes danced merry, “I can finally go see the Death Camps and Beethoven's birthplace!!! At the same time!!!! I can't believe it!”
“That's good?” Cris said hesitantly, “What about you Mickie? What's your assignment?”
Micheal Smith,with his signature frown, looked up from his letter and said, “I got Iraq.”