Toccoa, Georgia 1943

Easy company. The company that got all the shit, the company that was running Currahee every day to be “properly conditioned for the war,” in the words of Captain Sobel. A war that to the men seemed ages away from the sweltering heat of the Georgian camp, where the most many of them were concerned about was escaping the wrath of their CO rather than being bombarded by Kraut artillery.

Now, just because Easy was worked the to the bone didn’t mean the men didn’t know how to have a little fun, how to fit in a little rest and relaxation where ever they could, which albeit, was not often. This Friday night was different though. The small group had managed to smuggle in some drinks and had gathered around a small makeshift wooden table in the barracks, cards scattered about its surface.

Looking down at his hand Joe grumbled to himself, knowing he was just about screwed out of the ten dollars he bet. That’s what he got for getting too cocky. That or maybe it was just the alcohol causing him to lose his better sense of judgment. However, he did manage to maintain a proper poker face as he looked around at the soldiers encircling the table, Bill Gaurnere, Donald Malarkey, his best friend, George Luz, and {{user}}.

In a last ditch effort to save his precious dollars he stared across the table at {{user}}, doing the very first thing to come to his mind, accuse them of cheating.

“{{user}}’s cheating. They’re keeping cards tucked into their sleeve!” The brunette announced to the table, hoping for an outburst, likely from Guarnere who was sitting adjacent to the supposed cheater.