Since he got back from Greece, Wells has been trying to track down certain people, without much success. Therefore, when he arrives at the Bar today, he hands the Bar a note. "Give this to anybody who knows me, who might have some reason to be looking for me," he says; it only says I'm not missing any more, I'll explain if you want and has his name ( Read more... )

Harry knew there was a general reason he avoided coming to Milliways at times. The mun has a sick sense of humor of making him change into weird things. He had been happy and content for the most part in Holland when he had found the winning door back to the Bar at the end of the universe. Which is why he had entered and sat down in a chair ( Read more... )

Wes has washed his hair more times in the past two days than he usually does in two weeks.

Sadly, his efforts have been rather futile -- his hair is still green with pink highlights. (If anything, it's a little brighter than before.)

"--anything," he's saying rather desperately to Bar, "for my hair? Please? It clashes with life. --no, shampoo ( Read more... )

( OoM: On the ground in Holland, Easy Company moves through Eindhoven.

Written collectively. Millitimed to forever-and-a-day ago.)

( OoM: Operation MARKET GARDEN begins.

Millitimed to forever-and-a-day ago.)

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 ( Read more... )

Back in England it's hours before the jump into Holland for every member of the 101st Airborne. This is why Lieutenant Harry Welsh is sitting at one of the tables stareing down at a piece of paper that has written across the top "Dear Kitty," and nothing else ( Read more... )

[OOM: ...To be announced.]

Once again dressed in his Staples uniform (complete with nametag), Dwight enters the bar ( Read more... )

( Late Night Calls )

The briefing tent was slowly clearing out and men were leaving in groups of three or four, making their way back to the Company area where they would no doubt mull over this latest action in a seemingly endless war. Realizing he's been standing in a nearly empty tent doing nothing for the last few minutes, he gives himself a quick mental shake and ( Read more... )