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"Nah, get outta here! I gotta tell you twice? Scram!"
Beyond the door is a nightmare: the hull of a troop ship, packed to overflowing with bored, restless, irritable paratroopers. It's stinking hot, not to mention plain stinking, and even if you could see much, ain't nothin' much to see, beyond the men of the 101st doing their level best not to kill each other before they're set loose on the Germans.
Bill here, damn if he ain't expecting a shiner soon enough. "Goddamn Joe Liebgott," he mutters, eyes on his boots. He shoulda known better, Joe's a goddamn boxer, for Christ's sake, but then, hell, guy overreacted. It was just the simple truth, Jesus.
When no one bumps into him or squeezes past him or inadvertently kicks him in the head, he looks up and allows himself a crooked little grin. "Great timing, sweetheart."
One thing this place'll have? Not that he's a sissy or nothing, but he wouldn't mind some goddamn ice and a drink.
[[tiny airborne tag: bill guarnere, the emcee, felix gaeta - st/lt a-okay!]]
Beyond the door is a nightmare: the hull of a troop ship, packed to overflowing with bored, restless, irritable paratroopers. It's stinking hot, not to mention plain stinking, and even if you could see much, ain't nothin' much to see, beyond the men of the 101st doing their level best not to kill each other before they're set loose on the Germans.
Bill here, damn if he ain't expecting a shiner soon enough. "Goddamn Joe Liebgott," he mutters, eyes on his boots. He shoulda known better, Joe's a goddamn boxer, for Christ's sake, but then, hell, guy overreacted. It was just the simple truth, Jesus.
When no one bumps into him or squeezes past him or inadvertently kicks him in the head, he looks up and allows himself a crooked little grin. "Great timing, sweetheart."
One thing this place'll have? Not that he's a sissy or nothing, but he wouldn't mind some goddamn ice and a drink.
[[tiny airborne tag: bill guarnere, the emcee, felix gaeta - st/lt a-okay!]]