Post by Aleksandr Chekov on Jul 8, 2012 16:39:15 GMT
Time: 1941, December 10th
He walked into the officers mess, some people looking at him not being used to seeing a naval officer. They were pretty easily recognizable they were black unlike the normal uniforms and on the left sleeve of the long coat the naval symbol was visible, as well as his uniforms sleeves showed the rank of Mladshii Leitenant unlike the infantry where the rank was on the collar.
He shrugged a bit at being noticed that much before he looked around trying to find any of his comrades from the navy but could find none. He looked at the large picture of Stalin hanging on the wall before walking over to the bar of the officer mess where he was given food and something to drink.
He looked for a free table amongst the people which also seemed to have been hiding from the cold as well as enjoying the officers privileges, their food was plenty and they had better conditions then the common soldier as was the way in war. He found a table which wasn't taken by any people where he was able to hear the whispering from the table next to him where he could hear some of their opinion on naval officers shouldn't be allowed to be the same place as the Red Army.
He glared a bit at the men before starting to eat his food hoping that it didn't turn into a fight at some point as it had been close to earlier. Though most of them wouldn't want to fight where there might be a political officer.
He walked into the officers mess, some people looking at him not being used to seeing a naval officer. They were pretty easily recognizable they were black unlike the normal uniforms and on the left sleeve of the long coat the naval symbol was visible, as well as his uniforms sleeves showed the rank of Mladshii Leitenant unlike the infantry where the rank was on the collar.
He shrugged a bit at being noticed that much before he looked around trying to find any of his comrades from the navy but could find none. He looked at the large picture of Stalin hanging on the wall before walking over to the bar of the officer mess where he was given food and something to drink.
He looked for a free table amongst the people which also seemed to have been hiding from the cold as well as enjoying the officers privileges, their food was plenty and they had better conditions then the common soldier as was the way in war. He found a table which wasn't taken by any people where he was able to hear the whispering from the table next to him where he could hear some of their opinion on naval officers shouldn't be allowed to be the same place as the Red Army.
He glared a bit at the men before starting to eat his food hoping that it didn't turn into a fight at some point as it had been close to earlier. Though most of them wouldn't want to fight where there might be a political officer.
