A few minutes later, I found a some what familiar face walk up next to me; and to be exact that would be Jackson.
"How you holding up?", Jackson asked with his southern accent.
"Doing good, had better and worse times. How are you so far?"
"I could say the sameā¦"
I could tell he wanted to talk but lacked stuff to talk about, so I decided to help out, so to say, "Jackson?"
"Yeah?", he said looking over to me.
"You carrying a Springfield or Garand?"
Jackson smiled, "This piece of fine work was it wood and iron placed together in a mighty way that results in a 1903 Springfield, the best gun has been equipped to the best sniper making a God sent package worthy to kill any Nazi", Jackson explained with enlightening humor, at which I couldn't help myself but laugh a little. But if one things certain, it brought a smile to my face.
"Oh yeah, you're quite the 'package'", Reiben said sarcastically.
"Is that so, Reiben? Well at least I come with a package", we all knew that package that Jackson was talking about was.
Miller stepped in before chaos started, "Now girls, you're both pretty, alright? So stop your complaining - that's an order".
Some fifty minutes later it started to rain, and it didn't take long before it was almost pouring.
"Oh, great, just what we needed", I heard Mellish complain.
Finally got this chapter up! I need to rewatch the movie since it's been a while and then I can start writing some more! Enjoy! :)
