first entrance.
Aldbourne was a nice place.
Nice people, nice scenery, nice almost everything, but being falsely accused of failing to perform his duties fit nowhere in Dick Winters' definition of nice.
This is, really, the sole reason that the normally nothing-if-not-polite soldier looks as sour as he does (although he's really rather more stoic than sour), a letter folded up in one hand.
He doesn't stop immediately upon realizing he isn't where he intended to be; to the contrary, he keeps moving, simply at a slower pace. He closes the door behind him with some care, then taking a few cautious steps into the room, fingers running along the crease of the paper in his hands.
(Dick Winters has the sort of bearing common among Easy Company men. Tall, well-built, he sports a fair complexion topped off with ginger hair and a uniform that is not wholly remarkable in the bar setting, but not exactly camouflage either.)
The only reason he doesn't simply leave the bar immediately is the thought that any action to turn the quarters into a bar would never pull through. If anyone would care to enlighten him, either as to the contrary of said fact, or to the nature of the bar, it would doubtless be appreciated.
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Nice people, nice scenery, nice almost everything, but being falsely accused of failing to perform his duties fit nowhere in Dick Winters' definition of nice.
This is, really, the sole reason that the normally nothing-if-not-polite soldier looks as sour as he does (although he's really rather more stoic than sour), a letter folded up in one hand.
He doesn't stop immediately upon realizing he isn't where he intended to be; to the contrary, he keeps moving, simply at a slower pace. He closes the door behind him with some care, then taking a few cautious steps into the room, fingers running along the crease of the paper in his hands.
(Dick Winters has the sort of bearing common among Easy Company men. Tall, well-built, he sports a fair complexion topped off with ginger hair and a uniform that is not wholly remarkable in the bar setting, but not exactly camouflage either.)
The only reason he doesn't simply leave the bar immediately is the thought that any action to turn the quarters into a bar would never pull through. If anyone would care to enlighten him, either as to the contrary of said fact, or to the nature of the bar, it would doubtless be appreciated.
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