Post by Christopher J. D'Dario on Jul 23, 2015 7:13:29 GMT
The heavy roar of water falling from the sky was soothing to D'Dario. The past few days had seen something more dangerous than water fall from the sky and the Italian Sergente was thankful for the change. He looked up at thicker steam of water poured down from the canvas of his tent. Beyond the curtain of water men wearing a mix of Italian tan and German grey were quickly jogging past to complete various tasks. The war didn't stop for the rain, so neither did those fighting in it. Well... They did, but not for long. This was one of those times where no one was trying to kill him, and D'Dario was happy to take that time to write home and let his wife Annalise know he was still alive. From his perch on his bunk he looked down at the blank pages on the ammo boxes that he was using as a table and twirled a pencil between his fingers. He had been sitting there for several hours now, looking down at those blank pages, wondering what words he could put on the page. So far all he had managed was to write her name and to put down four simple words, "I am still alive."
He exhaled and cast around his tent, looking for something else to write about. His eyes fell on a book of poems that he had borrowed from Sergente Gell Titino before he died in battle. D'Dario swallowed as he looked at the book and glanced back down to the words he has written on the page. He put the pencil to the page again and added. "But I don't know how."
OCC: Just a quick opener to get something else rolling on the site.
He exhaled and cast around his tent, looking for something else to write about. His eyes fell on a book of poems that he had borrowed from Sergente Gell Titino before he died in battle. D'Dario swallowed as he looked at the book and glanced back down to the words he has written on the page. He put the pencil to the page again and added. "But I don't know how."
OCC: Just a quick opener to get something else rolling on the site.
