"Better get used to it..."

Hascy said with a grin on his face as he pulled up his sleeves and put his barret on, he looked around and headed towards a group of his friends gathering around.

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Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[*sniff* I'm kinda stuck... I can't think of anything to put in my bio*]

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"Hey, let's look around." James said to Calli and Huscy. "Too much sand, really... I miss my dear Europe."

"Yeah... Grotty old Britain with ist constant bad weather... I know how you feel mate- sir." she scatched the back of her head.

((anything I suppose^^))

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[Eh, it's the best I could do.]

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Hascy sat by a foxhole talking to some of his friends and laughing, he looked around and then at the liutenant. He didn`t like this new fellow who was hanging around, in fact the guy was taking on his nerve, but it wasn`t good if you fought your own siders in war. Complaints and all, too much mess.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Scholes was sitting next to an old lorry.
"Soldiers are in good mood. That's good" - He laughed. - "And Huscy is the most happy person here. I like him but he's too unruly. Oh, We'll have troubles because of his manners."
James was in good mood, too. He started gambling with other soldiers.

The tall spy shook her head, and headed towards the hospital, hoping to get her hands on a morse taper so she could go and annoy HQ with useless observations.

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Hascy returned to his post and then looked towards the border that wasn`t really visible, but still clear enough and placed his bren to rest on the wall of the foxhole as he finnished his cigarette.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"I hate gambling! That was my last packet of cigarettes!"
As you can see, James wasn't good in gambling. He decided to sit down and look at the map.

Evelyn looked up from the table, looking out the opening of the tent. She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes...the African sun was sometimes too hot for the Brits to handle, but she was a little more tolerant. It didn't bother her as much. She looked back down at the tray of supplies she was preparing.

"Evelyn - hurry up with that morphine!" cried Sandra.

"Yes - I'm coming!" she said, loading the needle with the last bit. She it to her. "Here," she said, "Make sure you get half of what I put in there."

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After Calli had sent the message she wandered about aimlessly- looking for trouble as her trainer had told her. Natrually she ended up heading back for a quick gamble, past the medical tents. A tall nurse caught her eye. She walked over "You new miss?" she asked slightley warily.

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Evelyn walked out of the tent to fetch a tourniquet, (pardon my spelling...) and looked up at the soldier who addressed her. "Yes, sir..." she said by force of habit.

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Evelyn eyed the soldier warily, but accepted. "Of course..." she said, keeping an eye on this 'man.'

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"Great, cheers miss." she led the woman a way away from the others "now, out of routine, where'd ya be from? Whats ya name, and how did ya get here?"

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