The Fortieth

Lots of beer and liquor had gone down the hatch the night before, and Rock and most of his classmates could feel it. He was with them in a vast olive-drab tent set up just as it would've been to host troops near battle grounds anywhere on earth.
It was the fortieth reunion on of the Russellville High School class of 1977. Rock woke up perhaps five minutes after the bulk of his class. He wondered from his bunk past friends from his past, classmates he had seen in some cases frequently over the years. That's where he began an impromptu tour that took him past aging and sometimes familiar faces, most of which he had no chance to attach names to.