So I'm in WWII and we're chasing the Germans out of France. I'm in charge of forward scouting and choosing positions based on suitability. I totally fucked up one time. I chose this field by a mountain with a town on the side. There was sunshine and wine and women nearby. That spot was a taste of life. Those god damn Germans knew we'd set up shop there. They left behind a howitzer that had our camp in the cross hairs before we even camped. Once it got dark they started shelling us. They totally killed our kitchen. I was hiding and cursing myself. Goddammit… of course we'd camp here.
Within earshot of Opa.
Dean: Father, hallowed be your name. Your Kindom come. I pray to you. Deliver
me into peace.
Jay: Me too god. Me too...
Mess was out.. No one died and the women were nice. Opa kept his job.