Interruption at 1400
Gnilraps
Day 4,577 of the New World
Gnilraps
“...uh...Sir?...”
“What in hell do you want now?”
It was 1400 hours.
“It’s 1400 hours, dammit! Why are you bothering me?”
“Oh crap! It’s 1400 hours,” thought Dinnyin as he suddenly realized it was too late to turn back now.
“It’s too late now!” Commander TheNorm’s words didn’t so much get spoken as spat.
“Well Sir, we’ve finished setting up the new FOB and need your OK to start moving the people in.” Dinnyin knew that what he was telling Norm would likely be enough good news to make him forget that he was interrupting Commander Norm’s daily viewing of Band of Brothers on Netflix.
Every day. 1400 hours.
But this couldn't wait.
Norm stood up almost informally, caught himself, and tried to cover his revealed excitement by pretending to jiggle the power chord on his laptop. “Somebody requisition me a new effing MacIntosh.”
Dinnyin jotted a quick note in his pocket notebook to have another new laptop waiting for TheNorm at the new HQ.
“How’s progress on the Forward Operating Base?” queried Commander Norm as he stared down Dinnyin. If there’s one thing Norm had learned over the years it was to stare hard, ask your questions, and then dismiss ‘em.
“YesSIR Commander TheNorm. We’ve finished setting up the new FOB and we just need your OK to start moving people in. I’ve also got a brand new MacIntosh waiting for you on your new desk, Sir.” Dinnyin knew how to work with Command.
“Move ‘em,” shot TheNorm.
Dinnyin spun with precision. He knew to a ‘T’ that every one of his orders had been carried out flawlessly in setting up the new Easy Company Base Camp at the eusaforums.com. Things had really gotten worn down at the supercamp, and nothing gets the troops more eager to fight than a new mess hall, new cots, and a helluva watering hole nearby for drinks and gambling.
Not to mention the new uniforms. "Wait until they see the new uniforms," Officer Dinnyin thought as he left Norm to his movie.
Melissa Rose was waiting just out of eyeshot from Norm’s old tent.
Dinnyin knew where to find her. “It’s on” was all he said as he whisked past her, his mind already spinning over all of the logistics.
Of course MR already knew that the Commander was going to approve. She had better access to information than any of the other XO’s. At least that was the rumor.
Days ago already, Melissa Rose had put out the bulletin to MariusCB. The last anyone had heard from him, he said that once the requisition was approved for a new FOB, he’d be back. “Friggin’ Marius is comin’ back,” she smiled to herself as she sauntered back to the mess hall to tell the others.
As if they didn’t also already know…
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Comments
CURRAHEE!
Niceeee!
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o7
R.
Maybe we need to do some joint actions?
I was thinking the same thing, we will get in contact and details over PM (or Telegram if you use it?)
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o7 old friend, can't wait to see you at Base Camp!
CURRAHEE!
o7 new friend! Can't wait to see you at Base Camp and get you into one of our uniforms!
My ass will look great in the new uniforms! 😊
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See you at Camp, Soldier!
pants = penis prison!
Our uniforms are top-only. You'd be thrilled.
CURRAHEE
o7. thanks for the graphics work.
Interrupting my private time ....... 😛
CURRAHEE !!
We all really ought to know better. Now about that new computer...
That's why I am here for the freedom!
I know right .. I'm working on it!
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URSA FI!!
Excellent Article.
Thanks for writing this.
It is awesome to read your words again.
URSA FI!
CURRAHEE!
See you on the battlefield, friend.
Good stuff o7
High praise coming from eUSA most prolific writer.
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o7 old friend, I look forward to see you at Base Camp.
Same with you dear friend Gnil, see you active again in Easy Company worms my heart o7
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o7. And have we got a job for you!
"Commander Norm’s daily viewing of Band of Brothers on Netflix" Currahee!!!!
and .. your point? ;p
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pls comment.
https://www.erepublik.com/en/article/julien-2718653/1/20
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