Post by coop on Dec 28, 2009 7:58:39 GMT -5
The weather was surprisingly pleasant for September, the sky was clear and there was a gentle breeze. Down at the London base a mass of men are leaving the quartermaster, fresh with new uniforms, side-arms, and just waiting for their first assignment, they scatter around the base looking for places to sit down, some go to the mess, others just sit around the crates scattered around to talk.
“Well gentlemen, looks like we couldn't avoid it any longer.”
3 men sit down on some crates, wearing clean uniforms.
“We're better than this, we don't belong in the army.”
answered a man with a short beard and brown hair,
“come on Blackadder, must you be so negative? We've got steady employment now. When was the last time we had a steady job?”
a tall man with a clean shaven face chimed in,
“When was the last time we needed a job? We need work nearly as much as fish need wings”
Blackadder kicked the nearest crate
“We were finally on easy street, things were going our way. Now look at where we are, getting shot at because some fat git says so.”
The third man, a short pudgy fellow speaks up
“You never know, they might not be fat”
The tall man grins and jumps up
“Yeah and look we don't seem to be being shot at now, maybe we'll not get attacked.”
“Henry, I envy your stupidity sometimes. We aren't going to be staying here for long, no doubt we'll be sent to the front lines shortly, there to be shot at until we resemble Swiss cheese.”
Blackadder sits down again
“Well Bladder looks like this may be the end of us, any regrets?”
the pudgy man muses
“Only one Rob, that I spend my last hours with you and not in the company of an attractive woman”
Rob and Henry erupt out in laughter
“I stand corrected, my new regret is that I might not outlive you both.”
Their laughter continues uninterrupted.
“Well gentlemen, looks like we couldn't avoid it any longer.”
3 men sit down on some crates, wearing clean uniforms.
“We're better than this, we don't belong in the army.”
answered a man with a short beard and brown hair,
“come on Blackadder, must you be so negative? We've got steady employment now. When was the last time we had a steady job?”
a tall man with a clean shaven face chimed in,
“When was the last time we needed a job? We need work nearly as much as fish need wings”
Blackadder kicked the nearest crate
“We were finally on easy street, things were going our way. Now look at where we are, getting shot at because some fat git says so.”
The third man, a short pudgy fellow speaks up
“You never know, they might not be fat”
The tall man grins and jumps up
“Yeah and look we don't seem to be being shot at now, maybe we'll not get attacked.”
“Henry, I envy your stupidity sometimes. We aren't going to be staying here for long, no doubt we'll be sent to the front lines shortly, there to be shot at until we resemble Swiss cheese.”
Blackadder sits down again
“Well Bladder looks like this may be the end of us, any regrets?”
the pudgy man muses
“Only one Rob, that I spend my last hours with you and not in the company of an attractive woman”
Rob and Henry erupt out in laughter
“I stand corrected, my new regret is that I might not outlive you both.”
Their laughter continues uninterrupted.