Not exactly a war zone - OTA
For the first time in a long while, Speirs had trouble sleeping. He wasn't an anxious man. He never had been, but he was stuck here and his men were back where he'd come from, in the middle of trying to take Foy from the Germans, getting shot, getting blown up, without a leader. It kept him up.
He'd gone walking instead of sleeping, smoking cigarette after cigarette, leaving a trail of them where ever he went, until he came to the cafe. It was in better shape than he would have found it a few days previous, but it was still bombed out. Familiar. He chewed on the end of his cigarette as he looked it over, face impassive, eyes dark with interest.
He'd gone walking instead of sleeping, smoking cigarette after cigarette, leaving a trail of them where ever he went, until he came to the cafe. It was in better shape than he would have found it a few days previous, but it was still bombed out. Familiar. He chewed on the end of his cigarette as he looked it over, face impassive, eyes dark with interest.