#36: Smell
Title: Not Wood
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Characters: Major Richard 'Dick' Winters and Captain Lewis 'Nix' Nixon
Prompt: #36: Smell
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place before Episode 9
Author's Notes: Not my best writing, but it has been a while and I'm still looking for my muse
Not Wood
He could smell something burning, and it wasn’t the familiar smell of burning wood. There was something different about this scent, something that he couldn’t place and made him want to vomit. They had only been in Germany for a few days, and the smell was the worst part of it. Other than that, Winters was actually enjoying himself. The fighting was over, and the citizens that they ran into paid the intruders no mind. He walked the streets of the small town that Easy had occupied, and watched the people in amazement as they went about the tedious task of rebuilding their homes.
“What’s that smell? You would think that the people here have resorted to cooking their pets for food,” Nixon commented as he swaggered to where Winters was lost in thought.
Winters turned to look over at his best friend. Nixon was looking a bit worse for the ware. His clothes were rumpled and his hair was disheveled, and from where Dick was standing, he thought that he could smell the alcohol radiating off of him. “I don’t think that they would do that, Nix,” Winters told him as he turned to watch the Germans go about the task of rebuilding their lives.
Nixon shrugged as he looked around, not really caring about the people. “Well, I should get going then. Something about a final jump into someplace,” he said, not really remembering. “I’ll be briefed about it soon enough, anyway,” he shrugged.
“And you’ll be the only one of us with three combat jumps,” Winters smiled.
“If I live through it,” Nix countered, kicking a rock. He then looked at his watch and turned to Winters. “Well, I should get going. Just be wary of the food if they try to give you any,” he said before turning to find headquarters.
Winters shook his head as he watched his friend walk away. He then took a few more steps before once again pausing to watch the German people. There was definitely an underlying smell in the air, and he hoped that he wouldn’t have to smell it again anytime soon.
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Fandom: Band of Brothers
Characters: Major Richard 'Dick' Winters and Captain Lewis 'Nix' Nixon
Prompt: #36: Smell
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place before Episode 9
Author's Notes: Not my best writing, but it has been a while and I'm still looking for my muse
Not Wood
He could smell something burning, and it wasn’t the familiar smell of burning wood. There was something different about this scent, something that he couldn’t place and made him want to vomit. They had only been in Germany for a few days, and the smell was the worst part of it. Other than that, Winters was actually enjoying himself. The fighting was over, and the citizens that they ran into paid the intruders no mind. He walked the streets of the small town that Easy had occupied, and watched the people in amazement as they went about the tedious task of rebuilding their homes.
“What’s that smell? You would think that the people here have resorted to cooking their pets for food,” Nixon commented as he swaggered to where Winters was lost in thought.
Winters turned to look over at his best friend. Nixon was looking a bit worse for the ware. His clothes were rumpled and his hair was disheveled, and from where Dick was standing, he thought that he could smell the alcohol radiating off of him. “I don’t think that they would do that, Nix,” Winters told him as he turned to watch the Germans go about the task of rebuilding their lives.
Nixon shrugged as he looked around, not really caring about the people. “Well, I should get going then. Something about a final jump into someplace,” he said, not really remembering. “I’ll be briefed about it soon enough, anyway,” he shrugged.
“And you’ll be the only one of us with three combat jumps,” Winters smiled.
“If I live through it,” Nix countered, kicking a rock. He then looked at his watch and turned to Winters. “Well, I should get going. Just be wary of the food if they try to give you any,” he said before turning to find headquarters.
Winters shook his head as he watched his friend walk away. He then took a few more steps before once again pausing to watch the German people. There was definitely an underlying smell in the air, and he hoped that he wouldn’t have to smell it again anytime soon.
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