Post by Cpl. Joe Claude on Apr 28, 2009 19:28:38 GMT
Country: South East England
Current Time: 12:30
Weather Conditions: Sunny, spring day. Not hint of a breeze in the air…rather hot.
The calm spring sky was burning on to the Corporal’s back as he lay on the grass outside the barracks reading a book; yes…he was reading PETER PAN by J.M. Barrie. It was a children book but who cared? He had just gotten to the part where Wendy had declared to Peter that she wanted to go home and leave Neverland. Joe had always thought Wendy very annoying, why go home from a place that sounded amazing? Why leave a place where you could play all day and never grow up, never do things that adults had to do…fight pirates that sounded very comical…
The sun was becoming rather hot. Joe’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had been given the afternoon off to relax after a busy morning working in the training ground…Joe didn’t see the reason why he should train when he had already been out in to France and Germany.
He sat up and lent against the side of the hut. He folded the page over and set the book down on the ground, staring out at the grounds, seeing men run around the training pitches a little way off, their officers shouting abuse at them as the men ran in the heat…poor them. It was almost midday so the sun was at its peek in the sky, bearing down on the Southern English countryside. It didn’t seem like there was a war on, it was too beautiful and lovely…the poor men over in France and Italy and Africa…
He opened his chest pocket on his airborne uniform and took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He let one cigarette slowly and took a drag from it, letting the smoke flow around his mouth and then down his throat, he took another drag, this time not letting the smoke go down but up and through his nose, coming out in a soft, hazy cloud in front of his eyes. He blew at it, the smoke coming out of his mouth at the same time.
He sat and stared out, the sun glittered on a badge of someone walking past and Joe suddenly had a flash back of the razor sharp knife of Erhard Strumfelder back in the hospital ward and then of Johnson’s knuckles brass ring that had been repeatedly struck into his stomach in the experiment room.
He shuddered and this made him cough, he began to cough on the smoke, dropping the cigarette lightly on to the ground where it sizzled and then burnt out.
”Bugger.” Joe muttered after his coughing fit had subsided. He sat there in silence, his mouth suddenly very dry, he needed to go and find some water but he was tired…he’d go in a minute…
Current Time: 12:30
Weather Conditions: Sunny, spring day. Not hint of a breeze in the air…rather hot.
The calm spring sky was burning on to the Corporal’s back as he lay on the grass outside the barracks reading a book; yes…he was reading PETER PAN by J.M. Barrie. It was a children book but who cared? He had just gotten to the part where Wendy had declared to Peter that she wanted to go home and leave Neverland. Joe had always thought Wendy very annoying, why go home from a place that sounded amazing? Why leave a place where you could play all day and never grow up, never do things that adults had to do…fight pirates that sounded very comical…
The sun was becoming rather hot. Joe’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had been given the afternoon off to relax after a busy morning working in the training ground…Joe didn’t see the reason why he should train when he had already been out in to France and Germany.
He sat up and lent against the side of the hut. He folded the page over and set the book down on the ground, staring out at the grounds, seeing men run around the training pitches a little way off, their officers shouting abuse at them as the men ran in the heat…poor them. It was almost midday so the sun was at its peek in the sky, bearing down on the Southern English countryside. It didn’t seem like there was a war on, it was too beautiful and lovely…the poor men over in France and Italy and Africa…
He opened his chest pocket on his airborne uniform and took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He let one cigarette slowly and took a drag from it, letting the smoke flow around his mouth and then down his throat, he took another drag, this time not letting the smoke go down but up and through his nose, coming out in a soft, hazy cloud in front of his eyes. He blew at it, the smoke coming out of his mouth at the same time.
He sat and stared out, the sun glittered on a badge of someone walking past and Joe suddenly had a flash back of the razor sharp knife of Erhard Strumfelder back in the hospital ward and then of Johnson’s knuckles brass ring that had been repeatedly struck into his stomach in the experiment room.
He shuddered and this made him cough, he began to cough on the smoke, dropping the cigarette lightly on to the ground where it sizzled and then burnt out.
”Bugger.” Joe muttered after his coughing fit had subsided. He sat there in silence, his mouth suddenly very dry, he needed to go and find some water but he was tired…he’d go in a minute…
