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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 29, 2008 21:52:37 GMT -5
James was at the wheel of a jeep, heading down a dirt road with two others, thier destination, a local pub that was having a giant party. It was pretty dark out, and the only thing that could be seen was the soft glow from the pubs light's. James pulled up next to the pub, and got out, as he walked towards the front door, he noticed the scent of fresh bread lingering in the air, it had been months since James had eaten some fresh bread. James opened the door, and was greeted with a blast of music, from the very attractive blonde singer on the stage. The pub was relatively empty at the moment, only 8. 3 soldiers, a barkeep, the barkeeps wife, and some civilians. James made his way over to the stage, and looked at the singer, she looked even better up close.
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Post by ♠Nurse Paulina Trent on Sept 29, 2008 23:22:48 GMT -5
Paulina stepped into the jeep. One of the officers had offered to take her and as many people that could fit into his truck along with him, so she opened the door, and almost turned around when she saw what was there. There were at least ten soldiers, all piled into the same little jeep. "you have got to be kidding me" she muttered, but managed to find a small space just big enough for her to squish in without having to be squashed into one of the soldiers. Several of them looked annoyed or disappointed when she did, but as soon as the door slammed shut the soldiers started talking about how drunk they were going to get and other things. Paulina rolled her eyes and wondered what the hell she was getting herself into.
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Sept 30, 2008 15:12:01 GMT -5
James made his way to the bar, and grabbed a bottle of the local brew, and tasted it. It wasnt that bad, wasnt as good as that wine from France, but it was still pretty good. James chuged down his first bottle, and slowly started on his second, a few soldiers made thier way to the bar, and started chugging down some beer, while a few soldiers were sitting at a table in the corner, laughing and drinking. One soldier fell backwards when he sat back in his chair, and everyone in the bar started laughing. James grabbed a loaf of bread which was the size of his combat knife, and he started munching on it.
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Post by ♠Nurse Paulina Trent on Sept 30, 2008 17:28:08 GMT -5
As the jeep pulled to a stop, the soldiers spilled out and Paulina stopped holding her breath. She made a mental note that beans for dinner and a dozen people in a small jeep didn't mix well. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, she pulled her jacket tighter around her and made her way into the bar. She was greeted by the loud yells of already drunken soldiers and a female singer who wasn't wearing much. Paulina rolled her eyes at the half drunk men who were up by the singer and yelling obscene things at her. She guessed it was from the fact that the only women the soldiers saw were nurses and the occasional civilian. Paulina tugged on her skirt to make it appear longer. She didn't want to attract any attention, she already got enough of that from wounded soldiers on morphine. She nervously trotted over to a chair and grabbed a loaf of bread.
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Post by John Sowerby on Oct 11, 2008 5:53:46 GMT -5
John had just finished a guard duty somewhere up the road on a small allied ammo dump. However, he had fallen asleep on the job and awoke to find the truck that usually takes them back to the main base at the end of the day had already left. It was a grueling 13 mile walk back to base, especially after a whole day on is feet. Luckily about 4 miles from base he had found a bar at the side of the road. It looked like there was a party or something going on as he had heard the music from a long way down the road. "Maybe" thought john "if i can get talking to an officer, he can gimme a lift back to base at the end of the night." "I mean the officers never walk places they are always allowed to take jeeps around everywhere." One of the things John was especially looking forward to if he ever made it to officer ranks. He looked down at his Lee Enfield and thought, "walking in with this might attract a couple of interesting questions." Shrugging of the thought he started walking the last few 100 meters to the bar.
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Post by WC C.#3 Diamond, N. E. on Oct 11, 2008 14:15:04 GMT -5
The man walked aimlessly down the road, noting that not one, but two jeeps passed, not even bothering to stop and ask him if he needed a lift. “I wish I had my bloody Ford ‘bout now,” he muttered as he pulled his jacket over himself. He had ditched his large Lee-enfield for little pistol, something he could keep more track of and hide a bit easier than the large, cumbersome Rifle. He even asked himself who was really stupid enough to give a Reporter a rifle, but it was true he had some experience with one; go figure that is how they’d want it. Poor Neil didn’t have much money anyways, but he knew that the New York Times would get him money for the pictures he took. He then closed his eyes as he thought back to what the Director told him, ‘Your job is to photograph the struggle between the Axis, Nazi Germany, Austria, Italy, and all their little pig countries and the Allied forces, the Brits, Canucks, Pols, Frenchies, Aussies, and any other man ready to push back the Nazis.’ This moment sparked a worried reaction, his hand going to his chest to caress the metal, plastic, and leather of the camera he was given. It was there, thank god, it was his meal ticket. He needed all of his equipment to get shit started, and not to mention he did not have the money to get replacements for any of his equipment, and the chills of night were hitting him, meaning he’d probably have to buy something to cover himself with. “Europe, not a place of no comfort,” he said with a bit of sarcasm when he spotted the pub sitting there, and the two jeeps that didn’t bother to pick him up. If Neil had half the mind he would have taken his knife and slashed the tires, but he was not that spiteful. So, with his curiosity leading him, he walked to the Pub’s door, and took a hold of his camera, he could probably get a few snaps of any soldiers there, and the ‘Life of a Civilian in Allied Territory’.
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Post by John Sowerby on Oct 11, 2008 17:57:28 GMT -5
The freezing night air was getting no warmer and he was starting to long for the warmth of the pub. He beginning to shiver as he got to the door of the pub. John was looking at the two jeeps parked outside it. He was right, there was defiantly at least one officer here. Maybe it would be easier to get a lift of an NCO. At least then he might not get asked questions about why he was wondering around in the middle of the night holding 303. calibers of army property. Still looking at the jeeps he was pulled out of his train of thought when he walked straight into another man walking into the pub. "oh, sorry" he said quickly, then, noticing the camera around his neck. "hey, are you the war correspondent thats been poking about recently?"
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Post by WC C.#3 Diamond, N. E. on Oct 12, 2008 11:54:58 GMT -5
Neil was paying just as much attention to his path as the Sergeant, when all the sudden he felt a thunk. This pushed all of the air out of poor Neil’s lungs, and produced a high-pitched peep noise when he hit the ground. Seeing how Neil had a smaller lithe than the soldier, so naturally he was the one who flew. And when he realized he was hit, his hand went to his camera, thanking god it was not broken. His vision was dazed, so when he heard a voice, his head cocked to see who it was. He could barely make out the figure, but he saw a rifle, and figured he’d better do what he was said, less getting his rear shot up. “Y…Yeah, I am… Neil, Neil Diamond, New York Times,” he said as he took a hold of his camera and pointed it at the man. Then the flash flashed, and the camera made a noise, “Sorry about running into you, soldier, I wasn’t paying too much attention on where I was going…”
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Post by John Sowerby on Oct 12, 2008 13:26:53 GMT -5
"No problem mate" said John, helping the reporter to his feet "I'm John, John Sowerby." He was really cold now and he thought he felt a few drops of rain hit his already bitter cold skin. "Do you mind if we go inside, I'm freezing my balls off" he said to the reporter. Not even waiting for the mans reply he walked in through the door of the pub, unaware as to whether the man was following him or not, and felt a blast of warmth hit him. The two people closest to the door looked at him and then the gun and then fell silent. Before he could even take his rain coat of he felt and man hit the side of him. Falling back a few steps he looked at the man and then quickly jumped back a twice the distance the man had knocked him. He had the distinct look of someone who was about to be sick. "Hello, Jon..huc..Jonno...hows yourself doing?" He wasn't even sure he new the man so without a further ado he side stepped the man and carried on walking. Not being able to take his eyes of the singer he suddenly remembered, he turned to see if the reporter was still following...
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Post by ♠Nurse Paulina Trent on Oct 13, 2008 7:43:04 GMT -5
Paulina sat on the small stool and watched the singer for a few moments. She didn't have any talent, but Paulina rolled her eyes when she figured that she didn't need talent if she was remotely pretty, blonde, and wearing something revealing. Heck, if that was all you needed, she herself could be a star if she were to wear something... well almost nothing. "would you like a beer, ma'am" Paulina turned around and saw a tall soldier looking at her with ocean blue eyes "huh?" "Can I buy you a drink ma'am? He smiled slightly when he talked, speaking in a slight southern accent. "I... I don't really drink..." "please?" the man was very persistent. Paulina finally agreed and they talked a little until there was some commotion and Paulina looked to see what it was. Apparently some person had hit someone who had a gun. Paulina walked up to the big burly man who had hit the soldier and scolded him for several minutes about how hard it is to be a soldier and that he had a gun and could have shot him. The man just looked shocked that Paulina was even there and nodded. She saw a small group of drunk men by the door who were taunting her and whistling. She was tempted to grab the soldier's rifle and shoot them all, but instead she just leaned on the wall by the door by the door and tried to ignored them. They were making a lot of noise, and she was afraid they might be joined by someone else. She just folded her arms and looked away.
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Post by WC C.#3 Diamond, N. E. on Oct 14, 2008 3:00:06 GMT -5
Neil made a mental note, getting the name John Sowerby in his head, so he could make a wee bit more personalized photo, but the problem was he was completely unaware he was with the Tommies, and not Yanks, “Right on then Mister Sowerby…” He then got up and managed to brush his thighs and bottom off, oh how he loved getting knocked in the dirt. He then looked up to see the man was gone, so then he followed him in, closing the door behind him. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted to the sights of the bar, the keep, the singer, and the nurse getting harassed by the soldiers. So he quickly raised the camera to snap the picture of it; to his luck and misfortune the flash did not go off. Oh how he loved getting some dirt on the Yanks. It was a hobby since the Great Depression that he lived through; it was somewhat like payback for making him suffer through living off grass and whatever he could get his hands on, which was nowhere near fun for the poor boy.
When he was sure that he was clear for a scoop with a nurse, he walked over to the nurse, putting on a fake smile. “Hello there Miss, Name is Diamond, with New York Times. Mind giving me an interview, just so the fellows in America can see the ware from the angel of a Non-Combatant,” he said boldly, obviously one straight to the point, and very ‘hyper’.
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Post by John Sowerby on Oct 14, 2008 17:24:39 GMT -5
Seeing the reporter was talking to a nurse he turned around making a move toward the bar. He sat down at the bar and at first glance it appeared there was no officers here what so ever. "they must all be down the officers mess eating smoked salmon and sipping champagne...old chap" he thought to himself, making himself chuckle. That means that privates must be in charge of the rides outside. "Can i help you sir" said the bar man. It startled John for a second then he said quickly "pint of the local please mate." Coming up sir" said the barman trudging off. John looked around at the pub again. He looked at the at the singer, she was barley managing not make eye contact with the group of solider staring at her. "And not at her face" thought John. His eyes moved slowly over the bar and landed on the nurse having a drink bought for her by one man, the reported he had just walked into trying to talk to her and a group of solders staring at her from beside the door. Men may have evolved to adapt to the new environment war brings and the new weapons war brings and the fear war brings and the constant hunger that war brings. But there is one thing they have yet to adapt to go with out, and that is the one thing which is at almost a nil supply during a war. "Here ya go mate." said the barman trudging back with a foaming glass of the good stuff. "Thanks" said john, passing him some coins, "keep the change." He looked around again looking for someone he recognized he saw a hand waving to him from the corner and smiling as he went to sit down he said " Hows life Ryan." "Cant complain" said Ryan in his distinct forester accent. Ryan was a member of his squad and Johns best mate for as long as John could remember. John sat down and they instantly started chatting. Talking about all the sh*t normally did and slowly putting more and more alcohol into there bloodstream.
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Post by ♠Nurse Paulina Trent on Oct 17, 2008 21:20:29 GMT -5
Paulina was contemplating what would work better: threatening the soldiers who were harassing her with the fire prodders or an empty beer bottle, or even grabbing the soldier's rifle and threatening them with it. She wouldn't actually hit them of course, just get them off her case. As she was about to go towards the fire tools, she heard a voice and turned around.
“Hello there Miss, Name is Diamond, with New York Times. Mind giving me an interview, just so the fellows in America can see the ware from the angel of a Non-Combatant,”
She didn't know how to respond. Half of her wanted to take the offer, but the other half told her not to. How was she supposed to know that his intentions were any different that the soldiers'. "uh... wouldn't you want to talk to a doctor then?" she managed to squeak.
She wasn't sure if the music was getting louder, the air was getting thicker or she was just losing her mind, but something made her want to dance or something. She swayed from side to side slightly, and turned around. The soldiers were still shouting, but they were shouting more angrily at the reporter. It wasn't like Paulina to do this, but something in the air made her want to annoy these men who were harassing her. perhaps it was just human instinct, but revenge was stuck in her mind. She leaned against a wall, with a slight smile on her lips. "Neil was it? I'm Paulina"
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Post by John Sowerby on Oct 19, 2008 11:56:46 GMT -5
Ryan, who couldn't really hold his drink anyway, was starting to get very dizzy after there 9th round, come to mention it, John was starting to feel a bit dopey. "Sh*t!" he said "I still gotta find myself a ride back to base for later." "OK j,j,j,j,john u go u go u go and rind a fide, i mean find a ride" said Ryan in a very drunk voice "OK but you stay right here, OK?" said John back. Ryan let his chin fall to his chest in a sort of nod. "good, how did you get here?" "In a jeep, it had that n,n,nurshhh in" said Ryan pointing in the vague direction of the nurse talking to the reporter. "But there was like...a million people in it...you will never fit as...as...as" "As well?" said John finishing the sentence for him. "Yer" said Ryan nodding "but that guy left j,j,j,j,just be for us and he only had 2 people in it." John looked where he was pointing an American private sitting by himself at the bar eating some bread. John downed his last mouthful of beer, got up, and made his way toward the bar where the private was sitting. //*-+-*// Jmac //*-+-*//
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Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Oct 21, 2008 8:40:47 GMT -5
James had passed out a while back from all the free beer being served. James made some groaning noises as he began to get up, "God what happened" James said as he slowly pushed his torso off the bar counter, and attempted to stay balanced on the stool. James then grabbed a peice of bread, turned around, watched the singer, and began to eat the bread. James finished his peice of bread, and grabbed a beer to wash it down, and began chugging the beer down too, which was very good. James had his M1 sitting next to him, but since he knew just about every private to NCO in here, they didn't think much of it.
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