Charles thought he was going to choke on the cheap aftershave as stepped into his tent where one of two of his bunkmates stood by the turned off furnace combing his hair in the tiny hung mirror.
"I figured it was a matter of time until the chemical warfare started."
"What?"
"You stink."
"What?" Charles waves his hand in annoyance deciding like always ignoring always works best, and ignoring was what he seemed to excel at. "Marti McClum pretty hot huh? The red headed nurse that arrived three weeks ago? It took me three weeks to wear her down, flowers, candy, extra portions of green beans, but it'll be worth it!"
"Nothing says lasing romance like weeds, cavities, and expired vegetables."
"Oh and Charles?' He looks up emotion non existed in his eyes. 'If I don't make it back home tonight not worry I am in trouble." Hawkeye giggles as finished buttoning up.
"You still stink."
"I don't care."