[ WP ] Two leaders of nations at war meet up . Describe their meeting .

`` Remember when we were at school together? Running in the fields, flirting with the girls.'' 
 
 Harold smiled a tooth ridden smile at Rachid. A nearby explosion illuminated his face, briefly making craters out of his wrinkles. 
 
 `` You always were the runt, always the last to picked.'' 
 
 Harold pulled long and hard on his cigar before passing it to Rachid who pulled on it longer and harder. They were both huddled behind Harold's still standing desk, most of the ministerial office blown to bits. 
 
 `` No wonder you ended up so bitter: what madness made you start this war again?'' 
 
 Rachid snorted, `` Cantankerous as ever'Prime Minister', you were the one who provoked us.'' Harold shrugged, days gone, days to come. `` But I think you forget one thing from our childhood.'' 
 
 `` Oh, what was that?'' 
 
 `` I was always on the winning side.'' 
 
 Harold look down, Rachid was elbowing his waist with a revolver. 
 
 `` Really, and I thought we were just here to reminisce. Seems petty to be frank. Well, pass the cigar would you.'' 
 
 He did. Another explosion took out the last remaining window, its glass shards splattering childishly over the room. 
 
 `` How many have died so far do you reckon?'' Harold lips moved gently through the smoke. 
 
 `` 2 million.'' 
 
 `` And why do you think it matters to make it 2 million and one?'' 
 
 A band of soldiers, who knew which side, could be heard running and shouting down below. Their cries were soon cut short by a round of gunfire. 
 
 `` For them?'' 
 
 `` No,'' Rachid's eyes were dark, red around his pupil's edges. `` For me.''
