The next morning, the three of us awoke and got dressed for the day. Phoebus came in and did our hair again, and also told us of the table nearby that we were to eat breakfast at.
"You guys ready?" I asked, looking towards Susan and Lucy, after the Elf had left.
"Let's go." Lucy skipped out the door, heading for the table that Phoebus had told us about
Once we reached the small table, we sat down around it and looked at the food placed on top.
"Can we eat, Su?" Lucy looked up at her sister.
"We should wait on Peter, but you know how long it takes him to get up." Susan shrugged and reached for a piece of toast. I took an apple and some toast, and ate slowly, looking towards Peter's tent.
"Don't worry, Sam. He'll be out eventually. Trust me; he won't miss that sword training." Susan nudged me with a smile.
"What? Oh, yeah. I don't care." I tried to act nonchalant, turning back towards the table and continuing eating.
"Susan, how much do you think this coin would be worth? Back at home." Lucy was still looking at the penny as if it were the coolest thing she had ever seen. I guess a coin from the future would be pretty sweet.
"I'm not sure you could sell that, Lucy. It would be regarded as a fake." Susan said, biting into her toast.
"And, if we do ever get back, I would think you'd want to keep it, to remember Sam by." Susan added.
"Of course. I'm not really going to sell it." Lucy nodded.
"I think I'm gonna go see if Peter's up." I stood, swallowing my last bite of food.
"Ok." Susan shrugged, smiling.
I walked trough the camp, back towards our tents.
When I reached Peter's door, I could hear him moving about inside. I was about to ask him if I could come in, when I heard a sound. It was Peter. Singing. Well, actually. I leaned closer to the tent flap to hear better.
"Deutscher, Deutscher, uber alles, in the Sands outside Tobruk, saw a Jerry acting wary, thought I'd go and take a look. He was sitting, pants down," Peter coughed at this point, and I figured there was a word he didn't want to speak. I had a notion that it rhymed with 'sitting'.
"Down a little shady pass. Put a trifle up my rifle, aimed, and shot him up the a-" Peter was interrupted.
"Peter Pevensie!" I burst into his room, glad to see that he was fully dressed.
"What were you about to say?" I asked, smiling a bit.
"I wasn't going to say…" Peter whirled around, and then sighed when he say me.
"Oh, Sam. I thought you were Susan. She'd tell Mum and then I'd be dead." He grinned sheepishly. I laughed.
"It's fine. I won't tell her. What song was that?" I asked, watching Peter put on his boots.
"Deutscher, Deutscher. It's sung to the tune of the German national anthem." Peter answered.
"Cool. How do you know it?" I walked over and sat down next to him on the side of his bed.
"Our soldiers sing it. The British. My dad taught it to me before he went to France." Peter replied, finishing his last boot and looking over at me.
"Did your dad ever really fight in a war?" He asked.
"Yeah. He flew for the Air Force in Desert Storm." I nodded.
"Desert Storm?" Peter frowned, confused.
"Oh, right." I realized that he was from 1940.
"Who was in it? Was Britain?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. We fought Iraq and some other Arab countries in the Middle East." I nodded.
"Oh. And we won?" Peter smiled.
"Yes." I nodded.
"Good." Peter mumbled. A moment of silence passed through the tent, before Peter finally stood.
"I guess we'd better go find Oreius and start our sword training." He suggested, picking up his sword and fastening the belt around his waist.
"Of course." I nodded, tapping my swords that were already on my back in their sheath.
"Let's go." Peter held the flap open for me, and we walked out.