1st Sgt. James Boyd, Handyman

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

James Boyd stood by, watching the lazy convoy of armoured vehicles thunder by, kicking up the hot desert sand that found its way everywhere. Ever since he paradropped in to support Operation Torch, the small tan grains had weaseld its way everywhere: in his socks, in his boots, in the barrel of his Lee Enfield, even in his underpants. The 1st Sergeant was sick of it, and he shook some from his fluffy brown hair as he waited for the armoured convoy to end.

He wore only his boots, olive green fatigues, and a red handkerchief tied around his neck that protected his stubbly neck from sunburn. He carried no weapons at that time, only a small makeshift clump of tools in his right hand. He had been ordered by the Allied Commander of the camp to try to fix a small video projector that was used to brief soldiers. James was known as somewhat of a fixer-upper, and had even applied for a spot as a engineer a few weeks ago. Then he would actually get some real tools, instead of the haphazerd arrangement of wrenches and screwdrivers.

"Finally..." An bored James said as the convoy that had blocked his path ended. He made his way across the camp that mainly consisted of tents to a small shack of plywood that had "Briefing Room" painted sloppily above the door. As soon as the soldier walked in he almost suffocated in the humid air of the shack. On a small stand in the middle of the hut a video projecter sat, apparently broken. A blank peice of canvas was hung on the wall oppisite the lens for films to be projected on. James sat down on a small stool next to the projector and began to open it up to see what was wrong.

[♠Col. Richard Winters]

Winters, was sitting in his HQ Visiting, with some officers of his as his First sergeant walked in. "Sir! Able Company is ready for briefing." Winters quickly stood and returned the salute, and said "Thank you First Sergeant I will be right over." The first sergeant did and about face, and quietly slid out of the room. Winters took a few minutes, laughed, and chatted finishing his conversation, about everything under the sun with his fellow officers. He called these B.S. Sessions, where him and his fellow officers, sat down , discussed, AND solved all the worlds problems.

Winters Stood up and grabbed his glass of coffee. He stepped out of the HQ, and walked over to the Mess Hall. He walked to the front and asked for his coffee to be refiled. To him it seemed like this was a normal thing through out the day refilling his coffee. He had a runner who could do it for him, but he preferred to get out and do stuff himself, often telling his runners or waters, to go take a break he had it handled. The lady reached out with the metal, coffee pot and filled his cup. He replied with a simple "Thank ya!" Then walked outside heading towards the Briefing Room.

He walked right past his XO, remembering he had a report due. He stopped and sprinted back after the Captain. "Captain Walters!" Walters turned around and said "Yes Sir!?" Winters proceeded to ask about the report, that was supposed to be in his office, a few hours ago. The captain, admitted he completely forgot and was completely sorry. Apologizing repeatedly. Winters told him that it was okay, and no big deal just have it done by the end of the day. He said he would get right on it.

Winters had stalled himself enough, he had to get to the Briefing room, there were a hundred or so nervous men in there waiting to know their faint. Winters, finally arrived at the Room, walking in a few minutes late, although he didn't care, its the advantage of being an officer he knew. The room, came to a silence as everyman came to attention, as the full bird colonel, walked in. Winters. Walked to the front, and pressed the button on the side of the projector. Nothing happened, he looked to see if it was plugged in and it was. He thought well, we need this to do this briefing, I guess we can spare a few minutes.

Winters looked up and said within the cramped room, "Able company you have a 15 Minutes, to be back in this room and in your seats why I get this projector running." A loud "Yes Sir!" Roared in the room. Winters, looked over to his runner, and nodded for him to come over. He told his runner, "Run over to HQ, and tell them to radio over and get 1st SGT. James Boyd over here immediately to fix this, tell him to bring what tools he has." The runner nodded and took off in a sprint.

Winters knew the guys from school and knew that, he would get the job down. In the meanwhile winters had to run over, and clear over a few things in HQ they had been bugging him about. Paperwork he thought, its the worst part of war, you'll never survive, it.

Winters got back into the room several minutes early. He walked in to find, 1st SGT. James Boyd working on the proctor. Winters shouted "Hey James ain't seen you for a while, hows it going man?" Winters got in closer, and watched as he did his work on the, outdated, and old projector.

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

James Boyd sighed as he took a screwdriver from his small pile of tools and began to twist off the screws that fastened a small peice of metal over a small opening that led into the insides of the old machine. As it came off he carefully placed it on the ground next to him and scratched the small amount of stubble that had collected on his chin.

A small peice of black film was scrunched up between two of the metal parts, a film jam. Damn it. He reached his arm into the hole, grease rubbing off on his hand. He fiddled with the black tape, finally breaking it free. Just as the 1st Sergeant had began to screw the metal protecter back in place the small door to the Briefing Room opened.

James turned on the small stool to see who it was. Immediatly, he noticed the Colonel insignia on his uniform an straigtened up, raising his hand to his brown brow in a salute. But as the man spoke, James immediatly recognized the familiar voice. Richard Winters! He had been good friends with him during school back in the States, but he had not seen him since graduation. "Richard, that you? Colonel! Nice job I've been good, you?!" James said, quickly waving a hand at his old friend and commanding officer.

As James finished up his work, Colonel Winters watched him. "Richard, I mean Colonel, why don't we see if this baby works?" James said, pressing the button. It sputtered for a moment, projecting a blurry mass onto the screen, before changing into a black and white video.

[♠Col. Richard Winters]

Winters, was astonished at how quick he had found the problem. Quickly replying "yea man it has been since graduation we seen each other, man its so good to see you again." Winters continued his conversation, for quite some time, until men started filing in from able Company. Wow the 15 minutes sure went quick thought, winters.

He and james Boyd, quickly finished up shook hands and went their ways. They decided, that they would meet up in a few days at the tavern in england. Winteres being the Divisional Commander, was able to sneak in Boyd a weekend pass. Funny he thought Winters himself also, some how pulled som strings and got himself a pass.

Winters finished up his Briefing and headed back to his desk to do some dirtywork, or paperwork he called, it. He decided they were gonna take off the weekend, and get together. He thought it would be good to get out of his cramped stuffy office, and hae some fun, besides he hadn't had a drink in a while anwyays.

Winters woke up the next morning quicky shaving, and freshning up. He walked outside to be greeted by a Sgt. Johnson, driving a freshly painted jeep to take him to the airport where he could be flown to england for the weekend. Winter borded, the cargo plane in which would drop him off at England, where he would stay for two more days.

It had been a long time since winters had been in the chute. He figured it would be good to get some practice, and jump into England. He was never a man to haev a whole fun weekend without any practice, or something. Not taht he wasa real strict guys, it was he liked training. He always gave the troops their weekend off, as he promised but himself. He was always pushing himself to practice and do more.

Some how, Winters still had his first chute. After several combat jumps, and hundreds of practice jumps pack ing and packign his chute again. it still looked, the same as it had from his very first jump.

Winters looked out the door into the an open farm field in England. Which they had gotten permission, to let the Colonel jump into. Not like one man could harm any crops.

Then came the red light, and the pilot shouted back to him "30 Seconds to jump!" Winters, oculdnt wait to get out and get some fresh air. "10 seconds!" came out of the cockpit. Winters counted down in his head, "3 2 1" Bam! Green light came on. Yea, he still had the timing perfect. Winter's bailed out of the Cargo plane. The burst of air hit him like a wall of of freshness.

Winters slowly drifted to the ground enjoying his view all the way. He hit the ground with a swift hard hit. Jumpe dup and disconencted his chute. He oved everysecond of being in the paratroopers. He was greeted by 2 men in a jeep to pick him up and drive him to his Hotel.

Winters, dropped his gear and headed to the Tavern to meet up with his pal. What a way to take a leave, he thought parachuting into netural territory. Winters order two beers, just like they liked them back in School. Then waited for his ol friend.

OOC: Feel free to be creative, on how you get there lol as you can see I was.

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

James and Colonel Winters chit-chatted for a while longer, talking about everything from school to the paratroopers. After about 15 minutes, soldiers in paratrooper suits and helmets poured in like milk into a cereal bowl. Dick and James shook hands as the briefing video sputtered to life, and then parted their ways.

The two airborne soldiers had decided to meet up several weeks later in a pub in England. The Colonel had managed to slip James a coveted weekend pass to meet back in neutral territory. James was extremly happy to be out of the dry sands of Africa and boarded a big transport plane back to England.

James had traveled to the airfield early to grab his plane, managing to get a game of cards in with a few Corporals and Sergeants. The transport aircraft was big and bulky, looking like a ugly insect as it took flight and made its way to Allied territory.

Unfortuanatly, German AA Guns in France had been particularly active. Their rounds pounded at the transport plane, taking down one of the Spitfires guarding it. James watched, full of terror, and the small fighter plane hurdled to the ground, dragging along in a flaming explosion that looked startilingly like a flower.

Luckily, the transport plane just made it, escaping over the English channel and back into Allied territory. A frightened James exited the plane shakily, but safe. He requested a new motorcycle to ride to the pub, and was granted it on account of him going to meet the Colonel. He loved riding on the small motorbike, zipping along the streets of Britain, his Airborne uniform flapping in the wind.

As he arrived at the pub he parked the motorcycle and tried to flatten down his hair and straighten his belt. James entered the pub in high spirits, spotting the Dick at a table in the back. Just as the 1st Sergeant arrived a attractive waitress sat two beers on the table, and James took one and took a big gulp. "How are ya, Dick? Thanks for giving me that weekend pass. Nice to meet a old friend at a bar, right? Just like school!" He said with a laugh.

[♠Col. Richard Winters]

Winters watched as the attractive waitress brought over the beers. I got a big smirk on his face as he watched his pal James Boyd walk in straightening his hair, and eying the same attractive waitress as he was. He always thought it was amazing how they, thought and enjoyed the same things as each other. It was almost like they were inside each others' head 24/7.

James waked right over, and sat down. He reached up and grabbed the beer sitting on the table. Taking a quick sip of it. And laughing as it was the same way they liked em in High school. Winters told James that the weekend pass was no problem , and that if he ever needed away again for some alone, time or just wanted to sit down and have a beer with a pal, he would be glad to issue him a weekend pass.

Winters agreed that it was nice to meet an old pal who hadn't had time to sit down and have a good old fashioned, BS Session with since, they were in school. Winters laughed and thrust his beer into the air, when James said "Just Like School!" Winters and James used to do this on a regular basis, every Friday, and Saturday night they would meet up at the local tavern and have them selves a good time.

Winters finished his beer, and shouted across the room "He cutie why don't ya bring us another round of beer over here." Giving a completely random look as he pointed to the battered oak table that sat beneath they arms. The Waitress came over, and set down the two empty glasses on the table. She said she would be right back. A minute or so later she returned with a whole pitcher she had made for them. Setting the pitcher on the table. She told them to enjoy their bear. Giving Winters a feisty wink as she walked off. Winters laughed and thrus his hands down on the table.

He had begun to notice, that the beer was affecting him more than it had a few years ago when he was in school. He hadn't even really realized that he had done what he did to the waitress. Until later, when he was asked to dance, and he told her he would love too.

She was a particularly fast dancer. She was ready to rock, and dance to some fast music and do some jigs. Winters was never much of a dancer. He most of the what she considered 'dancing' was his stumble mess of attempt to dance.

After about 10-15 minutes Winters had, had enough and returned to his seat to resume chatting with his his pal. He leaned over, and ask James "Did you ever fall through and marry the woman you had in High school?"

OOC:Sorry I couldn't write more, I didn't have much to go off of. [/size]

[Corran Halacon]

(OOC: I guess im going to join in if no one minds seeing as only two people are in it so far NOTE: Im kinda new to these long post but im a mod on a Star wars role play site but im sure you guys are about four leagues ahead of me)

Corran sat in the tavern chatting with Pvt. Dez Grez Corran said "So hows the war treating you?" The Pvt. turned to him slowly and said "How dose three purple hearts sound? all in my left leg" Corran smiled "Lucky at least you got your purple heart Pvt. Dent got a note saying, We are sorry to inform you that your wound has been deamed unworthy of such an award" Pvt. Dez Grez said "Well that sucks for him" Corran looked up to see the waitress "A beer and what ever he wants" Corran motioned to Dez Grez "Oh ill have two shots of scotch" The waitress nodded and walked off Corran then said "So how is Dent anyway?" Dez Grez said "Why dont you ask him hes right over their" Dez Grez pointed behind Corran into a Corner where in fact Pvt. Dent sat sipping slowing at some sort of ale. Corran stood a little stiff from the day and hobbled over to Pvt. Dent who looked up and said "What the hell do you what Halacon!" Dez Grez elbowed Corran in the kidney and said "I think hes drunk" Corran said "No you think?" Dent said "Shut up" Dent pulled his knife nearly dropping it the first time but coming back up with it the on the second try much to corrans surprise Pvt. Dawson quickly threw a punch knocking Pvt. Dent out Corran turned to him and said "Good job" Dawson was shaking his hand in pain "Ow" he said