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      ||x Without the army Steve probably wouldâve never gotten out of america, HELL maybe not even new york city. Being in france was ... something else. The man couldnât imagine how it wouldâve been to come here as a tourist. Watching the locals live their normal lifes as heâd walk down the streets unnoticed (( not that he couldâve afforded such thing )).Â
          They had given him a single tent but as Steve starred at the thin wall, not being able to sleep, he wished heâd sleep next to the men. As he walked over the muddy ground, given up on resting, Steve could spot a couple of soldiers playing cards under the lights of an old porch as it seemed, being clearly drunk, betting the house on the ponies. In moments like this it would be actually really useful to smoke, Steve thought to himself.Â
          It seemed like there was a lonely figure standing by a jeep on his left. As Steve came closer he realized that it wasnât a face he recognized as one of his own men.Â
           â Private - - - canât sleep? â He approached the man since he wouldâve felt a little awkward to just walk away again (( not that he had a reason to be anywhere else in the first place )). Â






