Cruse looked around the camp, not really intimidated or surprised about going on the mission. He had become at ease with putting himself in harms way, as it became a part of his life for so long. He spotted Lazarus looking a slight bit miserable, or so he perceived him to be. The old man didn't always look to be the most chipper in the world. No surprise. He had been through a lot more than Cruse had been through, as he had lived longer, and even though the man didn't have the experiences Cruse had, he still earned his respect. 

Cruse had learned to respect those who were barred from going on the front lines. He wondered if Lazarus might want to join them on the mission. Cruse called out to, suddenly "Hey Lazarus, I'll try to bring you back a firearm you can use! If I get lucky, I can get you a 10/22 Ruger! Hell, if I don't find that, I'll bring you the nicest .22LR I can find!" [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruger_10/22]The Ruger 10/22[/url] was probably one of the most popular semi-auto .22LRs back in the day. The old man would have no trouble using it, with it having such a light kick. However, having the gun wouldn't be so great without some good 25 round magazines. The best ones were the Ruger BX-25s. 

Cruse was usually up for, even just attempting, cheering someone up. Morale needed improvement constantly. Even him, with a serious chip on his shoulder on good training, would stop to try and stay positive. Having fun was one of the best things for morale. Cruse also had another plan for the kids that would cheer them up. He was looking specifically for a soccer ball. Some of the children had been pestering him to find them one, and he was just the man to be suckered in to doing it. It wouldn't be a problem for him. He just had to keep focus on the true purpose of the mission, even if it meant disappointing some people when he got back. Coming back alive, with supplies, was better than dying while trying to find something that was not a necessity to survival.