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   not all germans are bad.

[    her accent was THICK, and her english horrible. she blamed her father. one german that was horrible in her opinion. ]

   like my home country, i am    neutral.

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Between the Bars

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Dark hues rose from the cup he was holding between numb, nimble fingers when the roar of laughter escaped the group that sat just to his left. He wasn’t sure what the punch line of the joke was, losing Luz somewhere between the tavern keeper and the oyster monger, but he figured it was good by the way the men around him erupted, smiles gracing their faces for the first time in what seemed like weeks. And the medic couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he turned back to his lunch, happy for the smaller things like a short bursts of laughter.

Glancing down into the contents of the cup, seeing what looked like a stale piece of bread tossed into a lukewarm liquid, he brought a piece to his lips and took a bite before turning to Nixon’s foxhole once more. He had needed to check up on the officer to make sure the man was still keeping healthy despite the deplorable conditions. Eugene couldn’t remember the last time he’d even checked on the man, him not being a regular at meals like this.

Truth be told, the man slept a lot. A lot more than anyone would deem normal considering what they had to deal with on what seemed like a constant basis these days. The man would normally pop his head out of the canopy of his hole if someone moved by or spoke to loudly, the squinted eyes and groggy face signaling that the man was sleeping a little too well despite the cold. This, of course, caused the young medic to wonder exactly what was going on with Nixon behind closed doors. What secrets did he have that allowed him to do this?

But his thoughts were interrupted by the whizzing sounds of artillery fire through the air and everyone was caught a little off guard as they ran to their foxholes for cover, reaching for their weapons as they dove into whatever shelter they could find. But Eugene didn’t move, his body remained locked in its current position, muscles seizing as the cup dropped from his hand, spilling its contents and staining the snow below.

And he waited. He waited for the familiar call to once again fill the frigid air. 

“Medic!”

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          “Hey pally! You gonna share any of that?” 

Heffron called over and chuckled to himself, pointing at the bottle of booze the captain cradled in his arms. He then settled back down as he waited for an answer, humming to himself. Perhaps he had a few drinks himself and ran out, either that or someone else shared with him.. He didn't really expect too much of a response, either a sure, or a hell no.. Still it was worth a try, and he wanted to see how the man would react.