time... Time?
My time has been short, only a year. But it feels like twenty. Looking at the barbed wire, I can see the same stuff we used to keep the cows from escaping. The wire does not bother me as much as it does the other prisoner, neither does waking up before dawn. What gets me, is not being able to see the sky. There are so many trees. It just isn't . . . natural.
I look down at the sketch I was working on. It was is a sketch of a bridge. Based on the description that the first string described.
Yes, the next one that Col. Hogan and his first string where going to blow up. I just put the finishing touches on picture, and took it in for the Col's approval. After he looked it over, asking me to clarify some of the points. He nodded and headed towards his office "Good job Sergeant, this will help Carter a lot." He then turned and looked at me, "Also could you get your people to check the shoring and the beams again?" Col. Hogan waited for my answer.
"The air raid last night? Yes sir, we will get right on it," I said as a slight smile crossed my lips. I quickly left to round up my people and get them to checking the tunnels. I was not the oldest, highest ranking, nor the most experienced, but I was in charge of the crew that designed the tunnels. We also check to make sure they were structurally sound as well.
I watched as Carter told me how blowing up the bridge went. We then talked about home. A subject we talk about a lot. We were both farm boys. Everyone thinks we are both naive, but we are not. We just think about other things besides girls. Carter has explosives and I have my architecture. The others just don't understand. I think the Col does...some, maybe that is why I am in charge of the tunnel crew.
I hope that we never have to fight another war.
......................................................................................................................well that was my first attempt at telling of Col. and his crew from a different perspective.
Serval more on the way.
Ta-ta for now.
Jelf