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"Aww awesome tractor!" Duncan said, laughing and walking over to the run down tractor. "Come on Lewis, feel like going for a ride?" He asked, turning to the other two.
"Uh... Sure?" Lewis said. Laughing and walking over. "Ah Duncan, careful!" He said, the larger man hoisting him up onto the tractor. "Its a long way up!" He laughed, sitting down and pulling a random lever. The tractor jolted slightly and he jumped, before all three of them began laughing. "This is sorta scary..." The smallest said. He laughed and began pretending that he was driving it. "Yo ho ho!" He said, and they all laughed.
"What are you a pirate?" Simon asked.
"Yeah! Didn't you know?" Lewis joked. They all laughed. "Wait what's this...?" He leant down and picked up a great big object.
"Oh my... God he's got an axe..." Simon said, shooting Duncan a concerned look.
"I've got an axe." Lewis said, holding it up. It was very heavy. He accidentally knocked one of the levers, slipping back with the axe and landing on the floor as the tractor went back onto its back wheels and then back down again as it ran out of its only dying juice. "Ah! Fuck!" He yelled, and the other two quickly went over to him.
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"Only this could happen to me..." He sighed. He was sat on one of the metal medical beds. It wasn't exactly comfy. Alsmiffy was patching up his leg where the axe had penetrated it.
"You're gonna be ok buddy." Simon said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, you're gonna have to stay off of that for a week though." Smiffy said, tying up the bandage. "You did a good number on it. Good thing I've got some crutches for you." He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed some crutches, bringing them over. "Keep pressure off of it, and sleep with it elevated. That's about all we can do for now. I think the trip to that big house thing soon will give you a big enough rest." He smiled, and nodded before walking out.
Lewis sighed, looked at his leg and then to the crutches he held in his hand. "Well... Better fall flat on my face while no one else is around..." He said, holding the crutches in both hands and pushing himself up from the bed. "It could have been a lot worse... I suppose." He stated, and tried to move forwards, slowly.
"There you go buddy." Simon said.
"I knew I had a reason to worry." Duncan added.
"Its what you get for being so reckless like usual!" Simon laughed. Lewis gave a dry laugh. Honestly, he himself was still shocked from it. After what had happened to his friends, his family, he was grateful to have actually survived. He had survived a lot worse but, honestly it had really shook him up.
"Heard the bad news." A voice came from the door. They all looked up and saw Exza. "Glad you're ok." She smiled. Her pretty smile.
"Oh... Er..." Lewis stuttered, his crutch got caught on the side of one of the beds and he slipped, landing on the floor.
The other two helped him up, keeping close to him in case he fell again. "I'm ok..." He said, feeling embarrassed. He avoiding looking at her. "Um... I'm sorry, thank you Miss Carter..."
She smiled. It was slightly sad. "Why don't you boys go and get something to eat? I think I should help Mr Brindley to his room." She said to the other two.
"Sure. If you're ok pal?" Duncan said.
"Yeah... Yeah I'm ok..." Lewis said. The other two let go.
She coughed at them as they went to walk out. They turned and saluted. "Better." She smirked and the other two walked out to get their rations.
"You... Uh, really do love pushing it in their faces don't you?" Lewis asked.
"Mostly Duncan. The traditional ones are always the most fun. Its good to get fun in times like this. Though, not fun that ends up with you falling from a tractor into an axe." She smiled. "Only you could do that right Mr Brindley? Come on, I'll help you to your room." She lead him through, hoping him stay steady when the crutches threatened to go. They weren't exactly sturdy, not like the ones they would get if they broke bones as kids, ones they could jump around on and go really fast. They were really rickety and untrustworthy.
Eventually they made it to the sleeping quarters, and over to the bed below Lewis', Simons. It was obvious the smaller wouldn't be able to climb up to the top bunk at the moment. So the two would have to switch for a little while. She brought over some rations for him and sat down next to him on the bunk.
"Smells like sweat... How can you sleep in here?" She asked. He laughed.
"Sorta have to... That's Simons fault, he's a sweater... Aaaand Duncan doesn't exactly like to use deodorant." He added. They both laughed.
"Well, I will leave you to eat your food, and get some rest... If you need anything just call or... I don't know tap your crutch on the edge of the bedpost." She smiled. Red lips pouting slightly.
"Y...yeah! Will do." He smiled, attempting to hide a blush.
"Goodnight Mr Brindley." She said.
"Goodnight Miss Carter..." He answered.
"Exza." She corrected him, and smiled, walking out the door.
He sighed. He was such a mess around her. And what kind of an idiot manages to do what he did? He sighed once again and laid back on the bed. It would be weird not being able to look at the stars tonight. He finished what he could of his food and then put the can to one side, half of it still left. Simon would get it later he was sure. He then laid back down, this time actually getting under the covers and staring at the bottom of his usual bunk. It was dark in the room, winter was coming fast. Home for Christmas...? What a nice fantasy... A daydream he supposed.
"What am I doing here...?" He whispered to himself, before turning to the wall and curling up, making sure to keep off of his leg, keeping it as elevated as he could like Smiffy had suggested. He knew he wasn't cut out for this. Cut out for war, he had barely passed the physical. And barely made it through training... He knew that the troop he had been put into was meant to be gone... They were the suicide squad. The redshirts. Not that he really understood what that meant. But for some reason, himself, Simon and Duncan had managed to survive, even over the tougher ones. Their old friends. Though they weren't as close as the group of three, they would still consider that friends.
Safe to say sleep didn't exactly come easy that evening. But Alsmiffy had said he needed rest... His head was filled with flashes from the battlefield, the loud flash and bangs of grenades, the shooting of guns, the muffled shouting of men... He really didn't belong here.
He woke with a start, sitting up and looking around the room. It was dark, and the breathing and snoring of his friends could be heard. He was safe... He was ok... He was in bed, it was just a bad dream...
He laid back, his shirt wet with sweat. He pulled his white undershirt off and cast it over the metal headboard. He then curled back up, it wasn't the warmest in this room but he wouldn't be too well if he slept in a wet shirt. He sighed, his body shivering slightly, but it soon warmed up for him. The jet engine was still on in the other room and the heat slowly made its way into him. He wondered if Exza was still out there... He wondered where she slept... If she slept.
And soon enough he was asleep again, but this time he was with his friends, laughing. They were sat in the first attempts to make foxholes. None had gone to well, he could barely fit in his own at first but had quickly managed to dig it out properly, then accidentally almost blocked it off completely with wooden posts, to walk over the top. Duncan's had filled with water so wasn't very good either, and Simon had decided to use his camp netting over to make almost a hammock instead of actual camouflage.
He turned to his friends, and smiled. And they smiled back.
Soon he woke up. It was still dark, not yet morning. And everyone else was still asleep. He stood, grabbing his crutches and walking out into the main room and spotted Exza.
"Hey, look whose up!" She smiled. She no longer wore makeup. He figured she'd be a natural beauty. And boy was he right. He made his way over, feeling a bit safer on the crutches now. "Shouldn't you be resting?" She asked.
"Maybe... I don't know I had some sleep." He thought of his first nightmare and then to the happy dream he had just had. Maybe his mind was trying to tell him something.
"Come on, its the warmest over here." She smiled, and he made his way next to her. She was right, the jet engine was close by and was warm like a fire on a winter day. Though it smelt of gas and made quite a noise, she seemed to have managed to get it to quieten a little. "I could get Mr Stark to make some new crutches for you if you would like." She said, smiling.
"Sure... Gotta be better than these." He smiled, setting them to one side now that he was sitting.
"Can't sleep?" She asked.
"I felt like having a little wonder..." He answered. "Yourself?"
"I don't tend to sleep..." She answered, shrugging. She wasn't looking at him like usual, instead was looking at the jet engine.
"Would it be rude of me to ask why...?"
She smiled down at the floor. "I've never been a good sleeper. I can't remember the last time I got a good nights sleep. Even when I was a kid..." She paused for a second. "War does things to you Lewis..." She said, a little too quietly. "Its not easy to get to a place where you're in charge of others... I know you know a little about that, seen as you're technically the commanding officer below me... But... For a woman... Well... A girl, getting to the place I'm at... It comes at a cost..." She seemed to snap out of what she was saying. "You should get some rest." She suddenly said, standing and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and placing one into her mouth and walking over to the door. Not even looking back.
"Night..." He quietly said. Maybe it wasn't just him... Maybe other people felt the same. He watched her for a moment, but she didn't turn back around. He stood, grabbing his crutches, and made his way back into his room, laying on the bed and curling back up.
Maybe his dreams had been a sign. Yes he had lost things, people, friends, family... But the second dream... His friends. His closest friends. Maybe it was just a fact of those three had survived out of all the rest because they were close. Closer than the others. They had each others backs and could and would always look out for each other. Maybe that was how they'd survived.
Maybe that would be how they'd keep surviving. He sighed... Back home for Christmas... Would he even get back home at all...? He didn't even have one anymore... Maybe this was where he belonged. Strangely. Maybe he would be home for Christmas after all...

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"Aww awesome tractor!" Duncan said, laughing and walking over to the run down tractor. "Come on Lewis, feel like going for a ride?" He asked, turning to the other two.
"Uh... Sure?" Lewis said. Laughing and walking over. "Ah Duncan, careful!" He said, the larger man hoisting him up onto the tractor. "Its a long way up!" He laughed, sitting down and pulling a random lever. The tractor jolted slightly and he jumped, before all three of them began laughing. "This is sorta scary..." The smallest said. He laughed and began pretending that he was driving it. "Yo ho ho!" He said, and they all laughed.
"What are you a pirate?" Simon asked.
"Yeah! Didn't you know?" Lewis joked. They all laughed. "Wait what's this...?" He leant down and picked up a great big object.
"Oh my... God he's got an axe..." Simon said, shooting Duncan a concerned look.
"I've got an axe." Lewis said, holding it up. It was very heavy. He accidentally knocked one of the levers, slipping back with the axe and landing on the floor as the tractor went back onto its back wheels and then back down again as it ran out of its only dying juice. "Ah! Fuck!" He yelled, and the other two quickly went over to him.
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"Only this could happen to me..." He sighed. He was sat on one of the metal medical beds. It wasn't exactly comfy. Alsmiffy was patching up his leg where the axe had penetrated it.
"You're gonna be ok buddy." Simon said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, you're gonna have to stay off of that for a week though." Smiffy said, tying up the bandage. "You did a good number on it. Good thing I've got some crutches for you." He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed some crutches, bringing them over. "Keep pressure off of it, and sleep with it elevated. That's about all we can do for now. I think the trip to that big house thing soon will give you a big enough rest." He smiled, and nodded before walking out.
Lewis sighed, looked at his leg and then to the crutches he held in his hand. "Well... Better fall flat on my face while no one else is around..." He said, holding the crutches in both hands and pushing himself up from the bed. "It could have been a lot worse... I suppose." He stated, and tried to move forwards, slowly.
"There you go buddy." Simon said.
"I knew I had a reason to worry." Duncan added.
"Its what you get for being so reckless like usual!" Simon laughed. Lewis gave a dry laugh. Honestly, he himself was still shocked from it. After what had happened to his friends, his family, he was grateful to have actually survived. He had survived a lot worse but, honestly it had really shook him up.
"Heard the bad news." A voice came from the door. They all looked up and saw Exza. "Glad you're ok." She smiled. Her pretty smile.
"Oh... Er..." Lewis stuttered, his crutch got caught on the side of one of the beds and he slipped, landing on the floor.
The other two helped him up, keeping close to him in case he fell again. "I'm ok..." He said, feeling embarrassed. He avoiding looking at her. "Um... I'm sorry, thank you Miss Carter..."
She smiled. It was slightly sad. "Why don't you boys go and get something to eat? I think I should help Mr Brindley to his room." She said to the other two.
"Sure. If you're ok pal?" Duncan said.
"Yeah... Yeah I'm ok..." Lewis said. The other two let go.
She coughed at them as they went to walk out. They turned and saluted. "Better." She smirked and the other two walked out to get their rations.
"You... Uh, really do love pushing it in their faces don't you?" Lewis asked.
"Mostly Duncan. The traditional ones are always the most fun. Its good to get fun in times like this. Though, not fun that ends up with you falling from a tractor into an axe." She smiled. "Only you could do that right Mr Brindley? Come on, I'll help you to your room." She lead him through, hoping him stay steady when the crutches threatened to go. They weren't exactly sturdy, not like the ones they would get if they broke bones as kids, ones they could jump around on and go really fast. They were really rickety and untrustworthy.
Eventually they made it to the sleeping quarters, and over to the bed below Lewis', Simons. It was obvious the smaller wouldn't be able to climb up to the top bunk at the moment. So the two would have to switch for a little while. She brought over some rations for him and sat down next to him on the bunk.
"Smells like sweat... How can you sleep in here?" She asked. He laughed.
"Sorta have to... That's Simons fault, he's a sweater... Aaaand Duncan doesn't exactly like to use deodorant." He added. They both laughed.
"Well, I will leave you to eat your food, and get some rest... If you need anything just call or... I don't know tap your crutch on the edge of the bedpost." She smiled. Red lips pouting slightly.
"Y...yeah! Will do." He smiled, attempting to hide a blush.
"Goodnight Mr Brindley." She said.
"Goodnight Miss Carter..." He answered.
"Exza." She corrected him, and smiled, walking out the door.
He sighed. He was such a mess around her. And what kind of an idiot manages to do what he did? He sighed once again and laid back on the bed. It would be weird not being able to look at the stars tonight. He finished what he could of his food and then put the can to one side, half of it still left. Simon would get it later he was sure. He then laid back down, this time actually getting under the covers and staring at the bottom of his usual bunk. It was dark in the room, winter was coming fast. Home for Christmas...? What a nice fantasy... A daydream he supposed.
"What am I doing here...?" He whispered to himself, before turning to the wall and curling up, making sure to keep off of his leg, keeping it as elevated as he could like Smiffy had suggested. He knew he wasn't cut out for this. Cut out for war, he had barely passed the physical. And barely made it through training... He knew that the troop he had been put into was meant to be gone... They were the suicide squad. The redshirts. Not that he really understood what that meant. But for some reason, himself, Simon and Duncan had managed to survive, even over the tougher ones. Their old friends. Though they weren't as close as the group of three, they would still consider that friends.
Safe to say sleep didn't exactly come easy that evening. But Alsmiffy had said he needed rest... His head was filled with flashes from the battlefield, the loud flash and bangs of grenades, the shooting of guns, the muffled shouting of men... He really didn't belong here.
He woke with a start, sitting up and looking around the room. It was dark, and the breathing and snoring of his friends could be heard. He was safe... He was ok... He was in bed, it was just a bad dream...
He laid back, his shirt wet with sweat. He pulled his white undershirt off and cast it over the metal headboard. He then curled back up, it wasn't the warmest in this room but he wouldn't be too well if he slept in a wet shirt. He sighed, his body shivering slightly, but it soon warmed up for him. The jet engine was still on in the other room and the heat slowly made its way into him. He wondered if Exza was still out there... He wondered where she slept... If she slept.
And soon enough he was asleep again, but this time he was with his friends, laughing. They were sat in the first attempts to make foxholes. None had gone to well, he could barely fit in his own at first but had quickly managed to dig it out properly, then accidentally almost blocked it off completely with wooden posts, to walk over the top. Duncan's had filled with water so wasn't very good either, and Simon had decided to use his camp netting over to make almost a hammock instead of actual camouflage.
He turned to his friends, and smiled. And they smiled back.
Soon he woke up. It was still dark, not yet morning. And everyone else was still asleep. He stood, grabbing his crutches and walking out into the main room and spotted Exza.
"Hey, look whose up!" She smiled. She no longer wore makeup. He figured she'd be a natural beauty. And boy was he right. He made his way over, feeling a bit safer on the crutches now. "Shouldn't you be resting?" She asked.
"Maybe... I don't know I had some sleep." He thought of his first nightmare and then to the happy dream he had just had. Maybe his mind was trying to tell him something.
"Come on, its the warmest over here." She smiled, and he made his way next to her. She was right, the jet engine was close by and was warm like a fire on a winter day. Though it smelt of gas and made quite a noise, she seemed to have managed to get it to quieten a little. "I could get Mr Stark to make some new crutches for you if you would like." She said, smiling.
"Sure... Gotta be better than these." He smiled, setting them to one side now that he was sitting.
"Can't sleep?" She asked.
"I felt like having a little wonder..." He answered. "Yourself?"
"I don't tend to sleep..." She answered, shrugging. She wasn't looking at him like usual, instead was looking at the jet engine.
"Would it be rude of me to ask why...?"
She smiled down at the floor. "I've never been a good sleeper. I can't remember the last time I got a good nights sleep. Even when I was a kid..." She paused for a second. "War does things to you Lewis..." She said, a little too quietly. "Its not easy to get to a place where you're in charge of others... I know you know a little about that, seen as you're technically the commanding officer below me... But... For a woman... Well... A girl, getting to the place I'm at... It comes at a cost..." She seemed to snap out of what she was saying. "You should get some rest." She suddenly said, standing and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and placing one into her mouth and walking over to the door. Not even looking back.
"Night..." He quietly said. Maybe it wasn't just him... Maybe other people felt the same. He watched her for a moment, but she didn't turn back around. He stood, grabbing his crutches, and made his way back into his room, laying on the bed and curling back up.
Maybe his dreams had been a sign. Yes he had lost things, people, friends, family... But the second dream... His friends. His closest friends. Maybe it was just a fact of those three had survived out of all the rest because they were close. Closer than the others. They had each others backs and could and would always look out for each other. Maybe that was how they'd survived.
Maybe that would be how they'd keep surviving. He sighed... Back home for Christmas... Would he even get back home at all...? He didn't even have one anymore... Maybe this was where he belonged. Strangely. Maybe he would be home for Christmas after all...