With quick gazes, citizens around pointed and spoke as a heavy trucks rolled by in the streets. People following the trucks watch as soldiers started to file out from the trunks and spread about. Men coming back from their duties and coming to enjoy their free time in the city.

Arthur, stepping out the truck, fixed his uniform. Adjusting his uniform, his comrades patted his back and all laughed about as they were glad to be back to enjoy some free time away from duties. As Arthur's eyes looked around, he noticed some women silently giggling and pointing at the soldiers. A group of them...they looked like a group of troublesome lot. Young women all giggling and pointing at each uniformed men they see as if talking about which they found to fancy.

The country was a seething, boiling pressure cooker, though it wouldn't come until a few years later. Needs were suppressed, and love was never to be shown, only behind closed doors. Hand-holding was as far as things would go.

Rolling his eyes, Arthur was a bit peeved but watched as his comrades would already so quickly walk up to various of women; quietly flirting and picking them out to take for a good date. The men really were taking all they can to have some downtime before returning to duty back at the base.

Though peeved, Arthur couldn't help but be curious if he caught any interest in any of the ladies’ attention, but he shook his head. No lady would, so adjusting the cuffs of his uniform, he began to walk down the street to a pub.