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over_europeThe farmhouse was decrepit, settled back in amongst the verdant green leaves. It was old, ramshackle, with boards that looked like they might fall apart as they were slowly swallowed by vines and tree branches. Overhead, the clouds hung together, dark, the air thick and heavy.
Some poet, thought Captain Lewis Nixon sourly, staring at the house through a set of binoculars, would have a field day with this. For Nix, though, it was a headache, with scrappy Lieutenant Harry Welsh at his side and the patrol made up of Easy Company men crouched low behind the two officers, waiting. Impossible to say if the enemy was in residence, and even more impossible to run troop columns or even the patrol through here til one could say.
He lowered the binoculars and looked at Harry. "We need to know what's in there."
(OoC - All dialogue from HBO's Band of Brothers)
Some poet, thought Captain Lewis Nixon sourly, staring at the house through a set of binoculars, would have a field day with this. For Nix, though, it was a headache, with scrappy Lieutenant Harry Welsh at his side and the patrol made up of Easy Company men crouched low behind the two officers, waiting. Impossible to say if the enemy was in residence, and even more impossible to run troop columns or even the patrol through here til one could say.
He lowered the binoculars and looked at Harry. "We need to know what's in there."
(OoC - All dialogue from HBO's Band of Brothers)
