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The door to my office slash quarters creaked open, the light from lanterns in the hall flooding in as the door opened wider. I shifted on her cot, still trying to get comfortable. “Ma’am,” the hesitant voice said, “we just got word from the Company CP. Captain Asquith is on his way.”
Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, as I shifted into a more upright position. “What time is it, soldier?”
“PFC MacLùcaidh, ma’am; Sergeant Ruiz’s squad. And it's 245 in the morning. I’m sorry ma’am. I know you just got to sleep. There’s a fresh pot of coffee in the breakroom, though.”
“Thanks. When’s the Old Man supposed to be here?”
“Anywhere between three and three thirty. That wasn’t clear, comms are getting garbled. I think the Frenchies are getting their jamming game on.”
I nodded, sighing as I sat up, still trying to wake up. “Thank you, Private. You can return to your duties.”
“Yes ma’am. Good luck with Captain Asquith.”
I finished blinking the sleep out of my eyes, and slipped my feet into my shower shoes. I blinked again at how bright the hallway was, as I walked down the hall to the latrines. If we’re here more than just tonight, I’m going to have to put in a standing order that every other lantern be lit after the end of the duty day.
Bloody Captain Bloody Vincent Bloody Asquith, I groused internally while running a wet washcloth over my face. While I would utterly slaughter the Main’s support operations cell for a shower with hot and cold running water, a bathroom sink and washcloth work for field hygiene.
Not feeling like digging out fresh clothes, I threw on the previous day’s utilities. The scion of Asquith Defense could deal with the stench of smoke, both tobacco and burning vehicle; cordite, and sweat for as long as his visit was going to be.

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The door to my office slash quarters creaked open, the light from lanterns in the hall flooding in as the door opened wider. I shifted on her cot, still trying to get comfortable. “Ma’am,” the hesitant voice said, “we just got word from the Company CP. Captain Asquith is on his way.”
Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, as I shifted into a more upright position. “What time is it, soldier?”
“PFC MacLùcaidh, ma’am; Sergeant Ruiz’s squad. And it's 245 in the morning. I’m sorry ma’am. I know you just got to sleep. There’s a fresh pot of coffee in the breakroom, though.”
“Thanks. When’s the Old Man supposed to be here?”
“Anywhere between three and three thirty. That wasn’t clear, comms are getting garbled. I think the Frenchies are getting their jamming game on.”
I nodded, sighing as I sat up, still trying to wake up. “Thank you, Private. You can return to your duties.”
“Yes ma’am. Good luck with Captain Asquith.”
I finished blinking the sleep out of my eyes, and slipped my feet into my shower shoes. I blinked again at how bright the hallway was, as I walked down the hall to the latrines. If we’re here more than just tonight, I’m going to have to put in a standing order that every other lantern be lit after the end of the duty day.
Bloody Captain Bloody Vincent Bloody Asquith, I groused internally while running a wet washcloth over my face. While I would utterly slaughter the Main’s support operations cell for a shower with hot and cold running water, a bathroom sink and washcloth work for field hygiene.
Not feeling like digging out fresh clothes, I threw on the previous day’s utilities. The scion of Asquith Defense could deal with the stench of smoke, both tobacco and burning vehicle; cordite, and sweat for as long as his visit was going to be.