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You know the best thing about being stationed in England?
Train travel. You get yourself a pass, you're out, bam, goodbye, Aldbourne. London, Edinburgh, wherever, you better watch out, you got paratroops on the way, and you know how they can be.
Bill's looking sharp in his dress greens as he swaggers through the door. Ladies, broads, dames, you watch out too: he's 20 years old, it's 1943 and he's waiting to go to war. (To be fair, he was expecting the beverage car, but this? This is much better.)
[tiny tag: joan holloway]
Train travel. You get yourself a pass, you're out, bam, goodbye, Aldbourne. London, Edinburgh, wherever, you better watch out, you got paratroops on the way, and you know how they can be.
Bill's looking sharp in his dress greens as he swaggers through the door. Ladies, broads, dames, you watch out too: he's 20 years old, it's 1943 and he's waiting to go to war. (To be fair, he was expecting the beverage car, but this? This is much better.)
[tiny tag: joan holloway]