Post by ⊕ Owen Pearson on Jul 21, 2009 6:35:10 GMT
The entire division was working diligently for once. Sadly, it wasn’t on the battlefield, but inside the barracks. The men had been cleaning all day in their home, split up to follow the orders of their commanding corporals. Sergeant Major Ryan had created assignments upon First Lieutenant Terry Scott’s absence. Under Corporal Pearson’s command were the Spotter Liir Havisham and Privates Faulconbridge, Adronicus, Velutus, Cooper, Charles, and Cassens. Corporal Shirley had command over his four younger siblings along with a Private by the name of Harrison and two gunners—Patrick and McDonald. There was also a fairly new Corporal by the name of Robert Anderson who was put in charge of the First Lieutenant’s troops; Paddock, Courtland, Desola, Zanovich, and Beck. Corporal Shirley was put in charge of the Main Barracks due to having the larger number of men, Corporal Anderson was given the Washrooms to clean having the least—anymore and they wouldn’t have gotten anything done as they would have had trouble turning around, much less cleaning—and Corporal Pearson was put in charge of cleaning up the Officer’s Quarters on the upper floor. Owen had felt like he had been given a very honorable position for the cleaning, as it was the place that would be most needing perfection for the arriving Lieutenant.
The reason for the cleaning session was to give this new Lieutenant a vision of a clean slate needing molding for his new company—or at least that’s the metaphor that Ryan had chosen to use. The report on the man didn’t give much valuable information for what Owen had to do, but he had made sure to keep it in his mind. The man went by the name of Jonathan Strange and was born in San Diego, California in 1918. The man had a large schooling background, but was pulled out by the draft right at its beginnings—Owen thought that it was a shame they wouldn’t take the lowlifes first. The upside of the pull of fate was that Strange was put on the fast track to Officer. The report didn’t give anything useful though about how he would act towards people or how he would have wanted things when he arrived, so Owen pretty much considered it a useless thing to pass out as they just assumed that he would like everything to be spotless.
The Company had been cleaning for a time by now and had things far under way. Owen’s men had already divided up into two small teams to do the individual tasks before them in the Officer’s Quarters. One team had taken the bedroom and one had taken the officer’s sitting area. The Officer’s Quarters were very different from the Lower Barracks. They had two things that the Barracks didn’t—comfort and privacy. The comfort part of this was noticed as soon as you came up the stairs to the sitting area. It had almost everything they would need to relax from the luxurious armchairs to the decorative fireplace to the small bar—commonly the officers would influence the selections. The privacy was also painfully obvious as the officers were given actual bedrooms to sleep in, in contrast to the large open space the lower ranks had.
The four that had taken the bedroom were nearly finished with the endeavor. They had to change what was being used as a storage space into the man’s bedroom. First, it required moving all of the boxes, files, furniture, and all the random odds and ends into the other remaining rooms—cramming those even further. Then they had to clean the room meticulously. As it had not been cleaned in a good time, this was not an easy task for them. Next, they had to bring in the furniture for the room—fairly simple pieces: a bed, dresser, and a few chairs. They were just finishing the final task of making it presentable and inviting for the arrival of its future occupant—just the small accompaniments for the place so that it would seem inviting to the man such as sheets and other things that would make the space usable.
The other three were assigned the sitting area. They had a smaller job that was mainly composed of cleaning and restocking. Once they finished, they had been put on watch for the incoming Second Lieutenant at the front of the building under the orders of the Sergeant Major. Apparently, the Division had prepared a tour of the grounds for the man that would be finishing any minute.
Owen was just closing the door to the Quarters after his final inspection of the space when the call went out from below of the man’s arrival. Without hesitation, he raced down the stairs and took his place in line with the other Corporals in Bravo Company. Through the window, Owen could see the door of the vehicle opening. Everything was in place for the man who was about to come out of that vehicle.
The reason for the cleaning session was to give this new Lieutenant a vision of a clean slate needing molding for his new company—or at least that’s the metaphor that Ryan had chosen to use. The report on the man didn’t give much valuable information for what Owen had to do, but he had made sure to keep it in his mind. The man went by the name of Jonathan Strange and was born in San Diego, California in 1918. The man had a large schooling background, but was pulled out by the draft right at its beginnings—Owen thought that it was a shame they wouldn’t take the lowlifes first. The upside of the pull of fate was that Strange was put on the fast track to Officer. The report didn’t give anything useful though about how he would act towards people or how he would have wanted things when he arrived, so Owen pretty much considered it a useless thing to pass out as they just assumed that he would like everything to be spotless.
The Company had been cleaning for a time by now and had things far under way. Owen’s men had already divided up into two small teams to do the individual tasks before them in the Officer’s Quarters. One team had taken the bedroom and one had taken the officer’s sitting area. The Officer’s Quarters were very different from the Lower Barracks. They had two things that the Barracks didn’t—comfort and privacy. The comfort part of this was noticed as soon as you came up the stairs to the sitting area. It had almost everything they would need to relax from the luxurious armchairs to the decorative fireplace to the small bar—commonly the officers would influence the selections. The privacy was also painfully obvious as the officers were given actual bedrooms to sleep in, in contrast to the large open space the lower ranks had.
The four that had taken the bedroom were nearly finished with the endeavor. They had to change what was being used as a storage space into the man’s bedroom. First, it required moving all of the boxes, files, furniture, and all the random odds and ends into the other remaining rooms—cramming those even further. Then they had to clean the room meticulously. As it had not been cleaned in a good time, this was not an easy task for them. Next, they had to bring in the furniture for the room—fairly simple pieces: a bed, dresser, and a few chairs. They were just finishing the final task of making it presentable and inviting for the arrival of its future occupant—just the small accompaniments for the place so that it would seem inviting to the man such as sheets and other things that would make the space usable.
The other three were assigned the sitting area. They had a smaller job that was mainly composed of cleaning and restocking. Once they finished, they had been put on watch for the incoming Second Lieutenant at the front of the building under the orders of the Sergeant Major. Apparently, the Division had prepared a tour of the grounds for the man that would be finishing any minute.
Owen was just closing the door to the Quarters after his final inspection of the space when the call went out from below of the man’s arrival. Without hesitation, he raced down the stairs and took his place in line with the other Corporals in Bravo Company. Through the window, Owen could see the door of the vehicle opening. Everything was in place for the man who was about to come out of that vehicle.
