Milliways: Easy Troubles
Thursday evening came about in a blurry haze. Where most of Wednesday had been spent recovering from the USO show, George had managed to sneak smoe time away from the boys for a quick lunch with his friendly neighborhood civilian war correspondent. For the radioman the rest of the evening was spent with the silliest of smiles upon his face.
As evening rolled about a handful of the boys had made it down the street to one of the local pubs. Perconte, Luz, Bill, and Hoobler were all gathered at the bar- most enjoying their fourth glasses of beer- and laughing over half finished tales.
"..is sta-standing there looking like his fuckin leg bad had droped on his head," Perco tries to get out, nearly doubled over onto the bar laughing so hard. "All Smith could say was 'I thought he was a Kraut!' Tab was hollerin and screamin s-so loud he had to have woken the whole fuckin 101st!"
George was laughing so hard he had buried his face in the crook of his left arm, his right hand still holding onto the beer bottle beside of him Hoobler was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his cheeks.
As evening rolled about a handful of the boys had made it down the street to one of the local pubs. Perconte, Luz, Bill, and Hoobler were all gathered at the bar- most enjoying their fourth glasses of beer- and laughing over half finished tales.
"..is sta-standing there looking like his fuckin leg bad had droped on his head," Perco tries to get out, nearly doubled over onto the bar laughing so hard. "All Smith could say was 'I thought he was a Kraut!' Tab was hollerin and screamin s-so loud he had to have woken the whole fuckin 101st!"
George was laughing so hard he had buried his face in the crook of his left arm, his right hand still holding onto the beer bottle beside of him Hoobler was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his cheeks.