To teach an Old dog New Tricks.(Daniel Steinert)

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Furey couldnt believe it, he was growing old! His blonde hair was slwoly graying, he'd picked up the habit of smoking, and he was now in his middle forties. He looked around his office, his back hunched over a pile of paperwork. He looked up at the clock, and realized that he had to go to the 1st Armored Divisions HQ today, a friend of his, a rather young man, only in his 20's, was going to teach him how to use Demolition Charges.

Furey looked around, and picked up his lighter and a package of his favorite cigars, sticking them both into the inside of his jacket as he stood up from his desk, cracking his back in an effort to get some relief. He looked around, then walked out of his office, closing the door slowly and locking it. He looked at his secretary, and smiled, waving at her as he walked out of the office.

As he walked out of his office building, he looked around, the fresh air of a warm March day in France filled the air. He looked around, and yawned, stretching his arms before walking over to the motor-pool. He looked around at the many vehicles and trucks of the motor-pool, before jumping into a Ford Coupe, his staff car, and speeding along down the airfield, towards the gate.

He saluted a few of his men that were busy doing things on the airfield, and soon found himself speeding out of the front gate, and down the long winding roads through a thick forest that seperated the 9th Airforce and the 1st Armored Division.

After about 20 minutes of driving, he came upon a clearing, and found himself slowing to a stop infront of the gates of the divisional Headquarters. He watched one of the men walk over to the side of his staff car, and salute at him, before Fure showed him the orders he'd written himself.

As the other guard opened the door, he pulled his car forward, and began to drive through the rolling fields of the headquarters. He found himself flying by tanks and crewmen, and pulling up infront of a large field, with a sign marked "Warning, Demolition Area!"

He slowed to a stop, and got out of his staff car, looking around at the many men that were busy with their tanks. He set his Visor cap ontop of his head, fitting it firmly with his head, before pulling a cigar out of his Jacket pocket, and clipping the butt of it, then light it, putting it in his mouth, and taking a deep breath. He stood there, waiting for Daniel Steinert.

[Daniel Steinert]

The warm spring day had been a rather unusual one. The 1st armored had uncovered a huge German supply dump as well as a motor pool full of armored cars and medium armor. Seeing as the US military had no use for German tanks, they ordered them destroyed. The job fell naturally to the demolition experts in the division.

Daniel also got a note from the CO about an Airforce major coming to learn about Demo charges. "Well at least he even bothers to come down here" Daniel thought as he walked towards the area of the base in which he was to meet the major.

He looked at his watch and noticed he was to meet him at 12:30 prompt, it was 12:28. Daniel broke into a run in order not to let a senior officer down. His eyes scanned and found a staff car with a figure dressed like an officer standing outside it. Daniel quickly changed direction and checked his watch, 12:30.

He stopped a respectable distance in front of the major who seemed quite familiar and saluted. "Sergeant Daniel Steinert Sir." He paused before saying "we are getting ready to blow some captured German armor sir. I saved a Tiger tank for our lesson today."

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Furey had been standing around his car, yawning a few times as he watched the business of the HQ show itself, it was almost as busy as his HQ, the only difference was the fact that his HQ had planes going in and out of its airfield, hurt planes continuously landing time after time.

After a few minutes of standing there, Furey looked behind him, and saw a sergeant walking towards him in the distance. He squinted in an attempt to see if he recognized the man, and he did, it was Daniel Steinert, a man that he had gone to Basic Training with back in the 30's, before Furey was transfered to the Air-Core, and long before he became an Officer., he was also a Man Furey had often reccomended for promotion, and eventually the man was promoted, three fold, and even given two medals by the recommendation of himself.

As the Sergeant neared him, and saluted, he saluted back. He looked at Daniel as he explained what he was going to show him how to do, and said "Great, Daniel! Im rather Excited!"

Furey pulled out another Cigar, cutting off the butt of it, and lighting it with his crystal Lighter from his Mansion in the French Countryside that he was going to claim as a spoil of war, and handed it to Daniel, before taking another inhale, and exhale, of his own Cigar, saying "Well, Daniel, I suppose that should help with any nerves that you have, even if your experienced at it. Now, show me what I've got to do!"

[Daniel Steinert]

It was Furey, the man Daniel had trained with who was now standing in front of him. "Damn, I never thought I would see you as an Airforce major. Well I guess I've seen a lot of things this war." Daniel almost forgot that he had offered him a cigar and he reacted by taking the cigar and saying "wow, this is a very fine cigar." Daniel had never smoked a cigarette let alone a cigar so he awkwardly took an inhalation and coughed. "Mighty strong stuff sir."

"I figured we go through the whole process so first we start our journey at the armory." Daniel led his friend to the armory which wasn't far away and he almost wished it was farther away with the nice weather and all. 'Hey Jim, we have a guest, a major from the 9th Airforce." The private at the desk threw down his Playboy magazine and awkwardly saluted when Furey stepped in. Daniel continued onwards until he got to a locked room. "Alright sir this is the demolitions cave in which only the demo experts get keys, but since your a friend and a major you can come on in."

Daniel turned his key until he heard the *click* and the metal door swung oped relieving tons upon tons of explosives in nice neat rows of crates. "If you could pick up that coil of wires we'll be in good shape. I'll get the explosives." Daniel went until he found the box he was looking for: 10lb explosives in a box of 5. He picked it up and attached some straps to the handles and swung it on his back like a field pack. "Alright sir I think were set."