It was the midst of the Second World War, and you had just joined the British forces as a cadet. You were hoping to see some action but was instead assigned to the Button House as a cadet. It was only an HQ spot well within the British territory.

However you fell into the rhythm of the place well, always doing what you could to help. You convinced yourself that every person made a difference to the great country no matter where they were stationed. This helped you feel better about yourself and get some sleep at night in the barracks.

On a certain day you were tasked with delivering a letter to your CO. He was a fair man, if not a bit hard on everyone at times, but you found you liked him. Knocking on the door you heard a light “come in” before entering.

The Captain was there hunched over his desk, sleeves rolled up and jacket discarded as he poured over some papers. The light lulling of Cole Porter could be heard over the radio. He glanced up from his desk upon noticing you enter. “Hello. Your business, cadet?”