Post by William Sinclair on Jul 24, 2015 21:00:16 GMT
France, late '44, Evening, Cloudy.
Every day since the landing had been very long, for awhile every feet they moved it seemed like they met German resistance, and despite heavy fighting they had finally gained a good foothold and Paris had been liberated so it seemed positive, and hopefully soon they'd be in Berlin, especially with the yanks fighting with them.
His unit had finally gotten some off time after some heavy fighting and it was well-needed, since d-day they had lost many friends, and it had taken it's toll on the morale and command had decided it was about time.
William was slowly walking through the city of Paris, he had heard a rumour from an American soldier about a dancehall having open, and he felt like it was worth the attempt to meet people and get his mind off stuff, he wasn't sure what to expect.
After a bit he reached a place that matched the directions he had gotten, of course it didn't look like much from the outside. He ran his hand down his kilt to make sure it sat properly before he entered the building.
As soon as inside he could hear the music going on and people talking. Inside was many happy people, both other soldiers and French. He looked around and didn't really see anyone he knew, although there was a few brits, but he just decided to find himself a place to stand in order to access the situation.
Every day since the landing had been very long, for awhile every feet they moved it seemed like they met German resistance, and despite heavy fighting they had finally gained a good foothold and Paris had been liberated so it seemed positive, and hopefully soon they'd be in Berlin, especially with the yanks fighting with them.
His unit had finally gotten some off time after some heavy fighting and it was well-needed, since d-day they had lost many friends, and it had taken it's toll on the morale and command had decided it was about time.
William was slowly walking through the city of Paris, he had heard a rumour from an American soldier about a dancehall having open, and he felt like it was worth the attempt to meet people and get his mind off stuff, he wasn't sure what to expect.
After a bit he reached a place that matched the directions he had gotten, of course it didn't look like much from the outside. He ran his hand down his kilt to make sure it sat properly before he entered the building.
As soon as inside he could hear the music going on and people talking. Inside was many happy people, both other soldiers and French. He looked around and didn't really see anyone he knew, although there was a few brits, but he just decided to find himself a place to stand in order to access the situation.
