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[Nathan Whyte]

Nathan looked at the newcomer and allowed his jaw to fall open. Of all the rascals that could have walked through the tent, this was the one that was least expected. The two Knights looked each other up and down in mutual awe until Riley broke the silence.
"Woah...woah. Are you two brothers!?! Damn, what a dramatic moment."
The brothers broke out the trance as Nathan slapped his arm around Jack's back. What the hell do you mean dead!?! If you are reffering to that little incident over France, I believe you'll find that I simply had to make an emergency landing with a broken radio. Some of those lovely French Resistance chaps gave me a hand. Mother doesn't think I'm dead does she? We'll have to send her a telegram." He turned to the Lt. whom Nathan sensed was feeling a bit mistified. "This is my older brother, in the infantry. A jammy little fellow indeed"

[coolhand]

Jackson put his shirt down and stood up straight, as he laughed at the coincidental coming of 1SG McMillan an old buddy from before the war. "Of all the times for somebody to walk in... Thanks for the inspection doc." The tent had become a torrent of conversation at this point with two brothers discovering that they hadn't died yet, a laughing lieutenant and a seemingly embarrassed medic that was probably going to give 1SG McMillan a cigarette. The tent was becoming so loud that the rain could not even be heard over the small talk and excitement that was going on.

Jackson looked around for his deck of cards he found them and started to shuffle them once more. Jackson turned to his lieutenant "And what are you laughing at? After all you were waiting your turn for 'Big Branigan' to check you out too. Isn't that right Pete?" Jackson turned toward Branigan with a smile on his face and a laugh in his breath.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

Quietly watching as a Senior Sergeant came balling into the tent and making fun of the two men, Peter and Pvt. Jackson, the Medical Corp shook his head slowly, the place was beginning to become too busy with random people. As if it were a magnet for the strife of anyone and everyone nearby - Peter wasn’t the least embarrassed, he’d seen the bits and bobs of men too many times to even consider embarrassment, it was the men who neglected themselves who should be embarrassed and looking upon the Senior Sergeant with a wide smirk made him think quietly to himself… ‘I bet he jokes about a lot things, poor guy’

Mumbling to himself a little, Peter slowly began to pull out another cigarette, sliding it behind his ear as he began to put the cigarette pack away, watching as the Senior Sergeant asked for a smoke - Peter grinned as he ignored the man for a moment, whilst he paid more attention lighting his cigarette, before eventually blowing a puff of smoke to smugly say “You want a cigarette? Sorry Sergeant, but they’re bad for your health, Doctor’s orders” he said with a wink, wagging his finger some as he took another drag of his cigarette before leaning down to grab his medical bag and helmet.

Resting the Helmet onto his head loosely and yanking the strap up from his medical bag, to place over his shoulder, Peter quietly brushed past the Senior Sergeant and totally Ignored the laughing Private as he spun around, trying to make a joke back at the Lieutenant. The place was too busy for his liking and he didn’t cope well with socialising, it wasn’t his thing. Opening the flap to the tent, he half glanced back towards the few men laughing and talking inside the tent, before sighing beneath his breath to pluck the cigarette from his lips, leaving the tent… He wasn’t in the mood for joking and yapping, it seemed as if the rain was a better option than their rowdy company now, plus, he had better things to do than stand around joking. The Field Hospital probably needed a spare pair of hands right about now.

So leaving the tent without a word, Peter briskly walked into the heavy rain, caught within a thoughtful mood. He was beginning to wonder if he’d seen more combat than all of them put together? Let’s face it, combat didn’t start and end on the field of battle, it carried on to all the hospitals where the poor lads fought for their lives still. So Peter made his way towards his own frontlines, beginning to contemplate the real frontlines were most likely a more peaceful war than the one he was dealing with…

[riley]

Riley bit down on his cigarette a bit and nodded towards the two brothers who seemed to be embracing one another. He decided to let them catch up with each other and glanced over towards the medic and Jackson who both seemed to be a bit embarrassed about their encounter with the Senior Sergeant who had wandered into the tent. Jackson made a funny comment about how Riley was waiting in turn for Branigan as well. Slowly, Riley removed his cigarette with his right hand and pointed at himself with his left hand, a smirk on his face. "Me? I was waiting in turn? Haha. No offense, but the Doc ain't exactly my type of man for that kind of the think." The Lieutenant gave a wink and let out a laugh.

As Peter pushed his way out of the tent, ignoring everyone, Riley's smirk faded away. Confused, he turned towards the medic and called out, "Oh come on Doc! Sorry that I didn't want you feeling up my back. Maybe some other time hunk!" Riley smiled, but a felt a bit mad at himself. He should've acknowledged that the medics had it the toughest in this war. They watched men die day after day after day. How terrible would that be. The man obviously needed to loosen up a little and socialize. Acting the way he did would mess up his mind so badly.

Riley sighed and shook his head, before he rolled over on the bed and let his feet dangle once more. He pulled his hand on Jackson's shoulder and just couldn't restrain himself. "So what do you say Jackson? Ready for my massage?" Riley winked a little laughing so much harder. Then he glanced down into Jackson's eyes. "Oh you're not going to go running after your boyfriend are you? Me and you have a connection so much specialer." Riley smirked a little and held back his laughter.

[coolhand]

Jackson watched as Branigan moved away from the crowded tent and on his way down the muddy path that he trudged everyday whether it was raining or not. Jackson then turned his attention to Lieutenant Riley. "I guess we forget that some don't like company and are completely changed by what they see everyday." Jackson began to scratch his head in thought and then asked Riley "What do you think he was like before the war?"

[riley]

"I guess we forget that some don't like company and are completely changed by what they see everyday.What do you think he was like before the war?" Riley looked down at Jackson and began thinking of an answer. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and sat in silence for a couple of moments before he turn his body towards Jackson and tried to form an answer. "To be honest Jackson, I really don't know. Sometimes I forget that these medics have it the toughest in this war. They see the worst of the worst man. I'd probably feel sick to my gut and not able to socialize if day after day I was fighting to keep some alive even when I knew they barely have the change. Thats...thats tough man. I've visited some friends in that hospital before man. Its...saddening. And to go there day after day. I can't imagine how much that effects your personality. Maybe he was friendly and social. Maybe he was quiet and shy. Who knows." Riley shrugged and placed his cigarette back into his mouth to take another drag of it.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderstion Post:

The following CP will be issued:

Riley - 7 CP

McMillan - 2 CP

Branigan - 7 CP

J. Knight - 4 CP

N. Knight - 4 CP

Jackson - 8 CP