Ah those Tommies.

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Feury smiled as he put the leave pass he had recieved back in his shirt pocket. He looked around the street as he stepped down it, agnologing the Cobblestone, something the French could be known for. He took off his Helmet as he entered a pub, and looked around for an empty booth, and once he found one, he sat down in it. He set his helmet down on the table, and looked around, looking at the many different men, some Privates, some Corporales, Some Sergeants, and even a Lieutenant, they where all British, all Tommies.

Feury looked up from the booth he was sitting in as a cute looking French waitress stepped up to the table, and before she could speak, he said "Just a beer today deary.".

The waitress smiled, and walked away, probably to get him his beer. He smiled as a Record started playing extra loudly on the Gramaphone, something he actually knew, "We'll meet again" By Vera Lynn. The Record played loudly, and as the first verse of the song ended, many of the Soldiers started singing along with the Gramaphone, very loud. Feury just smiled, and looked around, and even joined the two dozen Brits as they sang.

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Keep smilin' through
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

As the Gramaphone ended, he looked at the door, hoping someone he knew would come in for him to talk to.

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

1st Sergeant James Boyd was in high spirits as he left the small 101st NCO barracks in the small French town. He had gotten dressed up that night, his deep green Airborne jacket pressed against his tan shirt and tie. A small cap sat at a slight angle on his parted down hazlenut-colored hair, and his chin was clean shaven, a rarity, for James usually liked to keep a healthy amount of stubble.

James and his company had been on easy duty for a week today, and the paratrooper had become a frequent flyer at the town pub. The relaxing break was welcomed after the fierce combat of Normandy, knocking out German Guns and ambushing their convoys.

His laced boots made tiny sounds on the cobblestone street, aproaching the pub quickly. He couldn't wait to have a nice sip of cold beer, maybe some sausages and bread. He removed the French phrasebook and currency from his jacket pocket as he entered the pub, incase any of the waitresses had not learned a bit of English yet.

The whole room was packed with Brits, smoking, drinking, and singing loudly to an outdated gramophone. He searched for somewhere to sit, and his eye came to rest on a lone 1st Sergeant sitting in a small booth. James walked over to him and slipped into the booth, introdoucing himself politely.

"Hello, 1st Sergeant Boyd at your aquantence. You can call me James though, no need for formalities. You are, my good man?"

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

"Ah, another American, very good to meet you James, im Feury Campellone, also a First Sergeant." Feury said. As the waitress put the cold beer down on the booth table, he looked up at her, smiled, and said "Another beer for my Friend James here, On me.". .

The waitress smiled, and with a thick French accent, said "Ok!" and disappered into the crowd of British soldiers.

"So, James, What part of America are you from?". Feury said politely.

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

"Feury, eh? Thanks for the beer."

James looked at the man, thinking about his curious accent. Italian maybe?

"I'm from Brooklyn, how 'bout you? You have a nice accent, do you mind if I ask were it is from?"

The waitress came back and sat two beers down on the table. As she walked away, James stared at her butt and whisteled. "A fine one, eh, Feury?"

He started to chug down the beer, but he stopped himself and took small sips. It was a force of habit to down it as fast as he could.

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

"I'm from Italy, Palermo to be Exact" Feury said. He looked down at his beer, and picked up the glass, and tok a long sip from it, before setting it down. "Yes, she is a fine one, Anne is her name, i think, I'm not sure though, i've only seen her a few times." He said to James. He watched him chug the beer, and smiled, then said "Slow down, no one's gonna take it away from you, you're on leave!".

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

"Palermo. Has a nice ring to it. Pal-er-mo. Nice there? Hot?" James asked, lowering his beer from his lips. He laughed at Feury's comment on his chugging of the beer, replying quickly. "Yeah. Back on base in England, you had three minutes to smack down your food like its the best damn shit you have ever had. And most of the time, it was terrible. But you ate it, or you starved. Easy Company policy. I like to try to keep Easy on the top, never know when you will be sent against some Krauts who know what there doing..."

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

"Ah, easy company, vey good. im the First Sergeant incharge of Delta Company, im surprised i havent seen you before. Oh, and no, Palermo isnt that hot, its right on the sea so there was always a nice breeze comming from the sea in the 20's and 30's, before we left italy when Mussollini came into power." Feury said. He took a final swing from his glass, and set the empy glass down on the table, and smiled happily, he'd beaten an Easy Company man at something.

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

"Sounds like a nice place, Palermo. I'd like to visit there maybe one day if that moustachioed freak Hitler ever gave up his war."

Feury finished his beer and dropped it onto the table with a clack, a proud smile painted across his lips. James chugged down the rest of his bottle and discarded it, winking playfully at the Italian 1st Sergeant infront of him. James saw the French waitress walk by and tugged on her skirt to get her attention. "Babe, how about you get me and my friend here a few shots of whisky. You up for a drinking contest, my Delta Company friend?"

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

"Ooooh you're in for it, i accept!" Feruy said, with a bright smile, he knew that James was in for it, Italians loved one thing more then eating, and that was Drinking. He nodded to the waitress, and she smiled back at him, and disapeered in the croud of smoking brits. A few moments later, she returned with ten shot glass's, and a tall bottle of wisky, and, just incase it ran out, a bottle of Wine. She poured all ten of the shot glass's to the brim with wisky, and seperated them, five for each man. She stepped back, and watched them.

Feury picked up one of the shot glass's to start, and drank it all down in one go, saying "Bleck, a bit old if i do say so myself, you're turn, James."

[1st SGT. James Boyd]

James watched as Feury accepted the friendly competition, and the 1st Sergeant smiled, his opaque teeth somewhat straight in his mouth. James wasn't sure who would win in the battle of liquer. The Engineer could hold his liquer as well as the next guy, but Feury looked like one hell of a drinker.

The waitress came back with a big bottle of whisky and two shot glasses, one for James, one for the Italian. Feury took the first hit, gulping it down and then commenting on its flavor. James was masked behind a poker face as he took the bottle and poured the amber-colored liquid into his glass and stared into it for a second before grabbing it. He downed the whisky quickly, swishing it around in his mouth for a minute before swallowing whole-heartedly. "Eh, a bit past the experation date, but not bad." James said, picking up the bottle and searching the French label.

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Feury smiled, and snatched the bottle from James, then poored his glass full to the brim once again, and stared into it, like he was staring into the face of a murderer. He picked the glass up, and drank the shot quickly, then set it down on the table, filled his glass again, and did the same thing. He set the bottle down on the table infront of James, and smiled, he then said "The years of the depression in italy gave me one good thing, the love for Alcohol."

[Corran Halacon]

(OCC: You guys dont mind if i join in right?)

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Closure Post

Due to inactivity, im closing the board, and giving out cp accordingly.

6 CP to Furey Campellone for good posts

6 CP To James Boyd for good posts.