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Post by Joseph Liebgott on Mar 20, 2010 21:21:10 GMT -7
Joseph Liebgott didn't care much for standing still. He didn't mind resting up in a nice warm bed, for a change, and eating his fair share of real food that didn't come frozen out of a tin can, of course. He still had that part of his sanity. But he couldn't stand waiting in Haguenae, not when the tension was like this.
There was too much silence, here. Too much waiting. Too much fear that the Jerrys that they couldn't attack, or see at all for that matter, might fire the deadly piece of a shell that would sever your neck. He couldn't fight back, here. He couldn't count on his weapon to give him a substantial advantage. At least when he was in Nuenen or Carentan, he had the chance to see and smell the blood of the Krauts he was killing as he found himself surrounded and enveloped in constant chaos. Here, there was nothing he could do but wait. Be lucky, or be killed. It was too simple, it was based far too much on chance. It was too much like Bastgone.
Somewhere in the distance, the men were playing another round of their endless poker, and he was sure that Perconte would be losing all of his pay, as usual. Something in the back of his mind nagged him and told him to join them, but he couldn't seem to be able to move from the top of the wooden fence he was sitting on. He couldn't seem to stop waiting.
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Post by spockrocksmysocks on Mar 22, 2010 14:53:03 GMT -7
" Fork it over, Perco!" Don called happily as he slammed his royal flush down onto the table with a joyful grin. He wasn't the best a poker, and a lot of the men knew that, but you didn't have to be a professional to beat Perconte. Everyone knew that.
As the red head pulled all of his winnings towards him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Not for himself, seeing as he was given the gift of not having to go on the patrol set for the oncoming night, but for the unlucky souls, souls he had bonded with, and that it would hurt to lose.
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George Luz
Sergeant
Tonight is the Night, of Nights.
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Post by George Luz on Mar 22, 2010 14:55:47 GMT -7
Luz glanced to where a few other guys were playing Poker. He had never been very good at it, but insisted on playing it. The more he sucked, the more it made the guys laugh. That's a good thing. Right?
He made his way over when he saw he saw Liebgott sitting on the fence. He appeared to be conflicted.. waiting.
Waiting for what? For the war to be over?
He may be sitting there a while.
The guys have gone through a lot together since the beginning of the war, which brought them all closer, like one big Band of Brothers or something. So naturally, Luz would be concerned for him.
"Hey Lieb! Whatcha doin' over there?! The war ain't endin' just yet!"
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Post by Joseph Liebgott on Mar 22, 2010 21:15:55 GMT -7
As a faint stir of the wind that seemed to awaken him to the noise around him, Liebgott bit down on his lip consciously, suddenly feeling a bit awkward about his purposeful exclusion from the group. He didn't often take time to just be silent... never before the war, and he wasn't quite pleased with his uncharacteristic solitude.
He stood up abruptly, having experienced quite enough of that. It was those damn Germans though, he knew it. Messing with his mind, turning him into some sort of a teenage girl. If he had to put up with anymore of the constant barrage of their ugly language and their ugly people, he might end up weeping like a dead flower on the floor. Like some weakling. He wasn't weak.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he made up his mind to return to the boys, join them in a game of poker. He hadn't yet thrown away this month's wage, it was time to make up for it. And as he was turning, Luz's eager face interrupted his step. He lost step for a moment, before responding.
"Ah, it's nothing Luz. Just taking a walk is all. Perco bust out, yet?" he said decidedly as he motioned back towards the table where the boys were seating, making his way towards them quickly.
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Post by spockrocksmysocks on Mar 22, 2010 22:11:33 GMT -7
As the roar of laughter erupted in the group, Don glanced up from counting his winnings, something he rarely had the chance to do, to see Joe and Luz walking towards the crowd. Though he kept a brave face, Don could tell something was up with Joe. Something other than the usual war toll thrust upon every soldier.
" Scoot over, Skinny, make some room." Don announced, pushing the young soldier from his spot and then looking to Joe and Luz. " Come on, take a seat." he said with a grin.
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George Luz
Sergeant
Tonight is the Night, of Nights.
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Post by George Luz on Mar 23, 2010 6:25:20 GMT -7
Luz approached them, while Liebgott was only a few steps behind him.
He almost hopped to sit seat beside Malarkey, and looked over with a big smile. "So Malark, who's winnin'?"
Don began to reply when Luz cut him off; "doesn't matter, 'cause Luz is takin' it all." With that, he laughed loudly, like he always did.
Everyone laughed along, knowing that Luz pronbably wouldn't win anything.
Liebgott sat beside him and looked over. It still looked as if ther was something on his mind. Luz only spoke jokingly; "Hey Lieb, ready to lose?"
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Post by Floyd Talbert on Mar 25, 2010 22:14:21 GMT -7
Tab shuffled the cards, his hands doing all the work with ease, as he looked to Luz and Liebgott as they spoke. Liebgott did look distracted, but then again, who wasn't these days? There was a patrol set for sometime soon, Jones had informed them earlier. That was always a nerve-wracking though. Tab wasn't going on the patrol, but that didn't stop him from worrying about those who were
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Post by Eugene Roe on Mar 25, 2010 22:18:57 GMT -7
Roe walked into the building to see the men taking turns taking Perconte's money. He had to admit it was funny but then he noticed Liebgott. Liebgott looked like he had lost a friend.
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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 27, 2010 18:03:16 GMT -7
Babe walked into the building shortly after Roe did. He had to admit he was a bit nervous about the patrol that was going to be taking place that night. He said hi to a few of the guys that werent busying playing cards. He then walked over beside Roe. "Hey Doc, how are you?"
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Post by Joseph Liebgott on Mar 28, 2010 19:38:02 GMT -7
Joe allowed himself a few seconds to surmise the hand in front of him, blinking for a moment before sliding into a seat beside Luz. He stuffed his hand in his pockets, halfheartedly searching for anything. His search turned up a few neglected coins that he had long since forgotten about, and his fingers returned with little more than grime. His pay wasn't on him, it was probably somewhere in his socks.
"You would be, if I had anything on me," he admitted to Luz, privately much more content to watch Perconte lose. "Didn't think you were any better than Perconte, anyways." He glanced up at the entering boys, nodding to himself. He allowed a characteristically smug grin to slap back on his face, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.
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Post by Eugene Roe on Mar 28, 2010 20:50:20 GMT -7
"I'm fine Edward...I mean Babe. I'm just enjoying myself watching Perconte lose all his money."
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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 28, 2010 20:52:02 GMT -7
"Yeah me too." Babe was used to Roe calling him Edward by mistake and he was starting to just let it slip because he thought of Roe as a really good friend. "I'm kind of nervous about the patrol thats happening tonight since i'm going on it."
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Post by Eugene Roe on Mar 28, 2010 22:01:45 GMT -7
"I've been told I'm to stay behind instead of going so they don't lose me on accident."
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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 29, 2010 4:18:00 GMT -7
"Thats probably the best idea. We dont need lose you." Babe had been lucky the entire time he had been fighting with easy, but never talkd about it.
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Post by Floyd Talbert on Mar 29, 2010 6:03:48 GMT -7
Tab couldn't help but chuckle at Liebgott's comment as he dealt the cards, just the right amount in front of each man, before setting the deck beside his own cards. " Alright, boys, ante up." he stated, throwing a few coins into the middle of the table, the money clinking slightly as it hit the wood.
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