"He's here?"
"Yes, not the best clerk, but he'll do. He should be able to take over the supply Sergeant duty as well. Porter always worked so hard, pulling both jobs, I'm glad the fella got his ticket home."
Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Did you say your man is also taking over the supply Sergeant duty?"
"That's right," Colonel Dayton replied.
"I thought you said this man was a corporal?"
"Well...er... he is. But don't worry! He'll do the jobs just fine... hopefully. He used to be a Sergeant anyway, so I'm sure it's fine. Really, it's fine," he reassured.
"He used to be a sergeant? You mean he got busted down to corporal?"
"Well... yes."
"Sir, I don't mean to challenge your judgement, but having a trouble maker in our unit can't be the best idea out there."
"I won't lie, Margaret, he's a... unique individual. But I have a friend, he's a CO up at a front lines unit, this boy was part of his unit, and I told him I needed someone asap to replace Porter. He told me he'll get me this kid as soon as I wanted, anything to get him out of the unit."
"Sir, are you sure this man is fit for the job? It sounded like your friend was quite eager to get rid of him."
"Yes, but he got him here quick, and quick we needed him."
"Well, if you think he'll fit the job... then I suppose I have no reason to disagree."
"Excellent! Now why don't you stop by Porter's old tent and introduce yourself to the young lad."
"Will do, sir."
/scene/
"Hello? Corporal? May I come in?" Margaret asked, knocking on the wooden door.
"Sure thing, just unpacking my stuff"
Margaret opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Ah! You must be one of the head honchos around here!" He said with a grin. "Well, let me tell you- you look absolutely stunning! Are you by any chance seeing anyone?" He asked with a smirk, smoothing out a few wrinkles on his dress.
It was like she knew him from a dream. He was young, his face with it's olive skin and almond eyes staring back at her. The same cunning grin, the dark wispy hair. The Korean-Lebanese blended boy standing but several feet in front of her. It was as if her past was catching up to her, coming back to haunt her with Rizzo, Erin, Charles, and now him as proof. Taunting her as if to say, "you can't escape me!"
She would yell and order him to remove his inappropriate attire immediately if she hadn't known it was him. It couldn't be anyone else.
And the only whisper that escaped from her mouth:
"...like father, like son..."