When: December 31, 1944
"Happy fuckin' new year." Gene muttered, scrunching deeper in his coat and looking at his watch; it was almost midnight, which meant it was almost January 1, 1945.
"Is the war gonna be over by this year?"
It has been a quiet day and, with no training for the Company taking place, the men have spent a large part of the day in and around the barracks recovering from last night's festivities-or so he has heard.
He has yet to run into Nix and, feeling the need to get out of his room after finishing the necessary reports for Sink, he finds himself in the pub once more, this time setting at the bar itself, sipping a glass of water and watching a few Sergeants playing darts in the corner.
It's rather quiet at the moment and he's not sure if many-orany-of the men will come in tonight. Either way, he's just there for a bit of company.
[ooc: I went ahead and made a new post since some of the last ones have 200+ comments already :) ]