Chapter II: Then There Were Two...
August 5, 1916
1300 Hours
Tommy: *writes in journal* We lost two brave men yesterday, Henry is responsible for their deaths as usual. I hate that son of a bitch, he's gonna pay for what he did! When I get the chance, I'm gonna put a bloody cap in 'im. Fuck you Henry!
Tommy: Bloody hell Henry, when are you gonna learn to stop putting others lives at risk huh?
Henry: Look Pri-
Tommy: Don't call me "Private", you know my bloody name Henry.
Henry: Look Tommy, when the bloody hell are you gonna learn to stop hating my ass? What did I ever do to you?
Tommy: You know what the fuck you did Henry, I shouldn't have to tell your sorry ass that. You disgust me.
Henry: Fine, I'm SORRY for what ever I did to you? Are ya happy now?
Tommy: Screw you Henry, you can't apologize for what you did. You truly are a sick person, makes me wonder how the bloody hell you're an Officer? Better yet, most Officers in this bloody war are corrupt anyways, and you're one of em'. I'm done talking to you, you self-centered asshole.
Henry: Whatever Private, just watch your mouth when you talk to me that way, understood?
Tommy: Whatever you say, Officer 'Assface'.
Henry: *sighs* Asshole.
Bart: You two need to chill out, whatever this beef is y'all have needs to end now. This is a war, people die in wars, just accept that and move on.
Tommy: *pffft* Whatever.
Henry: Look men, the Germans are moving up. Guard this trench with your life!
Tanner: I'm scared Hen- I mean sir. What are we gonna do?!
Henry: Guard this trench with your life! That's what you're gonna do!
Tanner: I'm not cut out for this sir, you know what the bloody hell happened to the other two yesterday!
Henry: Then why'd ya bloody join in the first place?!
Tanner: I was forced dammit! I never wanted ANY of this! Those bastards made me join against my will. *cries*
Henry: Oh suck it up Private, or join the others.
Tanner: You truly are sick, Tommy hates you for a reason, a good one at that. I ain't putting up with your bullshit, and Bart, are you really not caring about this bastard's glory intentions? You're a Sergeant for fuck's sake!! Do something!
Bart: Private Tanner, calm down! He's above me, I'm not his Commanding Officer. Just do what you're told!
Tanner: Screw this! I ain't letting this bastard get away with all he's done, screw you Henry! *Tanner shoots Henry in the head*
Bart: *gasps* PRIVATE!!! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!
Tommy: *smirks* Prick deserved it.
Albert: DAMMIT!! Will you all calm the fuck dow- *Albert gets shot in the head*
Tommy: *gasps* ALBERT!!!!
Tanner: *stands up in bloody rage* Oi! SHOOT ME YA BLOODY BASTARDS!!! KILL M- *Tanner is shot in the head*
Tommy: *shocked* T-Tanner...
Bart: FUUUCK!!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Tommy: Goddamn! This fucking war is so fucking ridiculous, I hate it!
Bart: Private TOMMY! Control your anger! Don't need you dying either.
Tommy: I'm sorry sir, but I can't. This war is driving us fucking nuts!
Bart: Shit! Those Germans are gonna pay!
Tommy: *freaks out* I can't t-take it anymore! *does a war cry*
Bart: Tommy it's okay, I need you to calm down though.
Tommy: No. No! Nothing's "okay"! *cries*
I just want to go home!
Bart: *whispers to his self* Fuck, this is bad.
Side Note: Bart and Tommy knew each other back in 1914 in the
Siege of Antwerp, which was a German Victory. They held off 3 waves of German soldiers but couldn't stop them from overrunning their location, so they had to retreat. Since then, the two seem to have a poor friendship and they don't express much kindness to each other like in 1914, they also do not talk much to each other anymore, only short sentences are said.
