“O‘Keefe, you sitting on your bayonet there? Why don’t you leave the singing to Luz.”

A soldier laughs next to your left as you look over to me with a lifted eyebrow. All the soldiers began to laugh as Luz told me to sing a different song of the play Oklahoma. You roll your eyes with a smile before Lieutenant Nixon continues to read off his list of news. We still had plenty to do as we all sit around together but we decided to take it all in, only for a few seconds.