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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 27, 2010 10:38:08 GMT -7
"Yeah I know.." Babe didnt want to admit the fact that he was feeling like shit, and the cold was not helping. He would have to talk to Doc Roe soon.
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Post by Joe Toye on Mar 27, 2010 10:41:23 GMT -7
"You get it checked out? You don't wanna end up like Bill, do ya?" Joe asked. Guarnere had a urinary tract infection, but seeing as they could catch pretty much anything out here, you never know what could happen.
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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 27, 2010 10:46:13 GMT -7
"Not at all, I'll get checked out as soon as I can." Babe was glad Joe was looking out for him, it made him feel happy. He would do the same for any of the guys.
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Post by Joe Toye on Mar 27, 2010 10:50:57 GMT -7
Joe nodded as stood there, rubbing his hands together, the thing gloves he had on doing nothing to keep them warm. " We can't afford to lose anyone else..." he trailed off. Joe wasn't good at showing his feelings, except for anger. But he hoped Babe got the message. That he was part of Easy for life.
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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 27, 2010 10:54:57 GMT -7
Babe nodded. "You that got that right." He was could tell Joe just wanted him to understand and he definitly got the message. He then started to cough again, and it was getting annoying. but he just had to live with it for time being.
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Post by Eugene Roe on Mar 30, 2010 14:21:41 GMT -7
Roe overheard the commotion and just happened to walk over at the wrong moment. He caught Toye's revenge snowball in the head knocking his helmet off. He looked over to see Muck and Babe in one foxhole while Malarkey were in another. All four were grinning guiltily. Roe just bent down, made two snowballs and tossed one in each hole before ducking into the nearest empty one for cover.
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Post by Edward 'Babe' Heffron on Mar 30, 2010 20:05:11 GMT -7
Babe saw Roe and got out of his foxhole and walked over to the one where he was sitting in. He then started coughing again, and felt like he was going to puke.
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Post by Eugene Roe on Apr 1, 2010 22:14:16 GMT -7
Roe wasn't expecting Babe but when he saw the sick look on the Private's face he asked, "You ok Edward?"
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Post by Buck Compton on Apr 5, 2010 14:01:14 GMT -7
Buck was usually a ‘playful’ guy, he could enjoy any type of game just as well as the other man. But that was before Bastogne, before the deadly quiet and cold that seeped into one’s mind. Buck wouldn’t admit to anyone but he felt different, more haunted to say the least. This waiting at Bastogne, it left too much time to think about what could happen--
His thoughts are broken by the sudden sound of laughter, faint calling, and as he makes his way through the wood, towards the greater population of foxhole. He feels faint annoyance build up, ’The whole damn Kraut can probably hear that ruckus.’ Part of him notes that before Bastogne there laid a great chance that it would be him making that ruckus, probably over a game of craps or darts...
A sudden burst of bitter cold air blast him, and Buck pulls his jacket tighter around him, little help it does. Buck finds himself thinking back to his own football jacket back at home, probably hanging up in his closet. From his days back at UCLA. There was something ironic in the fact that it was warmer than this army one he had been given. His thoughts don’t linger long on home for he has now come in view of the foxholes, despite the fact the noise has ended he still in search of where it was. Maybe to give them a warning, or maybe Buck was just craving human interaction. The latter was probably correct.
His eyes scan the scene and land on Babe who’s now talking to Doc Roe, and a slight nervousness fills him. Babe has been looking sallow lately... His eyes also fall upon Joe Toye and as he makes his way over to him; he can't help but notice the spots of fresh looking layer of snow that are on his jacket. Rubbing his arms, which had seem to grow, if possible, even colder, in a attempt to warm up, he asks, “Everything okay? I heard some noise?”
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Post by Joe Toye on Apr 5, 2010 19:30:14 GMT -7
Joe turned to see Buck standing before him, before grinning. " Nah, everything's fine. Just Muck throwin' snowballs." he said with a smirk. He knew Buck was familiar with Skip's antics and, before Bastogne, would have been right in the middle of it.
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Post by Warren "Skip" Muck on Apr 6, 2010 5:36:41 GMT -7
[/color] He gave a wide grin, teeth straight and eyes bright in tandem to the expression. "I'm winning, for the record, so don't believe what anyone else tells you." He waved a hand back at Malarkey, moving in a way to keep dodging when he wasn't looking. It was a futile effort, since he didn't know if he was dodging in the end of bloody well moving into the aim. "Wanna get in on it? Warms you up!" He stopped moving for a moment, and regarded his own words. Would Buck, though? With baited breath he waited, brows raised and hidden by his helmet, arms hooked on the edge of his foxhole. Germans be damned, they could have their own fun![/ul]
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Post by Buck Compton on Apr 7, 2010 14:26:48 GMT -7
-”I’m winning, for the record, so don’t believe what anyone else tells you.”- “Umm-hmm... is that true? “ The grin on Muck’s face is contagious, and Buck feels one makes it’s way to his face. It is only deepens as Muck continues to move back and forth, no doubt, anticipating a counter attack from Malarkey. Motioning to Muck’s movement, he can’t help but comment, “Well, I can certainly see WHY you are winning--”
The rest of his thought is lost as Muck asks, “"Wanna get in on it? Warms you up!" Buck’s eyes shift to the left, slightly down, and his hands still resting his arms, start again to move up and down, in a futile attempt to keep him warm. Muck was right, moving around would warm one up. “Well, I should be getting back to second platoon, I had to run back to CP, got a bit lost on my way back.” Obviously. This location wasn’t the type of place he would go for a nature walk in. He glances out at the line, and slight nervous feeling strikes him, but he squashes it. “Technicalities states that I say no and tell you to watch the line. PLUS keep the noise down.” He pulls his mouth back tight in a straight line. The same face he once made in an attempt to keep a straight face while playing a ‘fraud’ game of darts. Bending down to pick up a clump of snow, he speaks with low toned seriousness. “I think we our cold enough without getting snow thrown at us.” Then because old habits die hard, he hurls it at Muck. As he sees it nears Muck, one thought crosses his mind. A thought that dates back to before the war, and him being one of the star throwers on UCLA baseball team. Oh great...
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Post by spockrocksmysocks on Apr 7, 2010 20:12:20 GMT -7
Malarkey's eyes widened as Buck threw the ball of snow at Skip, not expecting that from the "new" Buck, as much as he denied the existence of said person. As the snowball hit Muck squarely, Malarkey couldn't help but let out a joyful yell. "Oh man! They taught you well, huh, Buck!" Malarkey called through his laughter at Muck's expense. It was nice to see Buck back as one of the guys, as short-lived as it may be.
Caught up in the excitement, which was what Malarkey called it, since there had barely been any incoming fire from the krauts and they had just been sitting around freezing their asses off, he climbed out of the whole he had previously shared with Toye, and walked over to Buck, rubbing his gloved hands together, though it produced little warmth.
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Post by Warren "Skip" Muck on Apr 7, 2010 20:48:46 GMT -7
[/i] it - and ducked back down in the foxhole to wipe the residue off his face. His nose went red and his cheeks stung with cold, but it was worth it, in a way, to see that familiar playful side of Buck again. Good ol' Buck. During his recuperation, he collected more snow, packing it into two balls. He rose up again like some zombie from the grave, and fired them both in Malarkey and Buck's direction. His final retaliation before he rejoined the world of adults and noise discipline. Wiping his mitts, he hauled himself up and made his way to join the two, rubbing his hands together in what seemed to be the new fad. "Thanks, Buck." It was dry sarcasm, but humored with a grin and tone. He stuck his fingers into the crooks of his armpits and rocked back and forth, teeth already picking up a chatter. "Did you just come from the line or something? Anything exciting?"[/ul]
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Post by spockrocksmysocks on Apr 7, 2010 20:56:32 GMT -7
Malarkey hopped out of the way, and Muck's snowball fell to the ground with a pathetic thump. " Ha!" Malarkey stated, and cast Muck a triumphant grin as he climbed out of his hiding hole.
Letting out a sigh, which instantly turned into a silver wisp of smoke, Malarkey listened to Skip's question, before turning to Buck, interested in his answer as well.
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