It is a clear and peaceful night. A delicious meal has been shared with new friends. The glow of the ammunition fire gradually subsides. All is well.
But you can't shake the feeling there is something familiar about all this. There is something you are forgetting.
Author commentary: What's a joke? Sometimes it's just a small phrase included in a sentence, with no fanfare. You just let it go by, it's ridiculous, nothing else needs to be said. Unless you're writing book notes. Ammunition fire? Yeah, let's just burn some live fucking ammunition guys. We need to start a fire, what do we have around here? How about all these bullets I found? Sounds great. Really good idea.