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Harry Welsh hadn't planned on staying in Milliways for a long time with the jump being so soon. He just had a few things to drop off to Bar for safe keeping should something happen to him. She would make sure that Nixon got the items or Dick depending on who arriaved first...should anything happen. Welsh didn't plan on it though.
Instead of instantly going back out to England he had only to discover that his radioman from first platoon was out of commision for a while. Broken ribs would keep him out for weeks even if time did stop on the other side of that damned door. Then he'd have to make sure George was fit enough after all of it to be able to go and...sometimes Harry wondered why he didn't just keep the man banned from coming here. Luz always seem to find some sort of trouble to get into.
Which is why the paratrooper and all his jump gear (parachute included) is out back by the training racks where he's set up a makeshift shooting range. Everything is piled in a heep not to far away with his helmet ontop of the pile. Neatly arranged close at hand is an assortment of weapons that Harry is triple checking: m1911 Colt .45 handgun, a trench knife with brass knuckles built into the handle, his m1 Garand's bayonet, an assortment of gernades, his switchblade knife, and all the ammo that he'd need.
Harry kneels a goodly distance away from the targets- pieces of wood ontop of various sized items- aiming the m1 at the first target, but not fireing. Just stareing and thinking.
Anyone is more than welcome to come watch, learn, or poke around his stuff.
Instead of instantly going back out to England he had only to discover that his radioman from first platoon was out of commision for a while. Broken ribs would keep him out for weeks even if time did stop on the other side of that damned door. Then he'd have to make sure George was fit enough after all of it to be able to go and...sometimes Harry wondered why he didn't just keep the man banned from coming here. Luz always seem to find some sort of trouble to get into.
Which is why the paratrooper and all his jump gear (parachute included) is out back by the training racks where he's set up a makeshift shooting range. Everything is piled in a heep not to far away with his helmet ontop of the pile. Neatly arranged close at hand is an assortment of weapons that Harry is triple checking: m1911 Colt .45 handgun, a trench knife with brass knuckles built into the handle, his m1 Garand's bayonet, an assortment of gernades, his switchblade knife, and all the ammo that he'd need.
Harry kneels a goodly distance away from the targets- pieces of wood ontop of various sized items- aiming the m1 at the first target, but not fireing. Just stareing and thinking.
Anyone is more than welcome to come watch, learn, or poke around his stuff.