Harry had found himself awake; the majority of the pilots weren’t but his anxiety had caused him to wander out of the bedroom and walk around base absentmindedly.

In his morning venture he had come across the familiar individual who had always been seated ahead of a typewriter, desk bestrew in papers. Always translating papers, always quick getting papers to the corporal.

After swallowing his fears he walked inside, “You’re up early” He said lightly and he had approached with a gentleness.