Britanina,1944
the 501st Joint fighter wings base was alive with many sounds during the day, gunfire from the pratice range, yelling from trainng, and of Shirly tinkering with her Striker Unit. but as Sayna awoke from her slumber, she was suprised to her cursing coming from outside her room. she moved to the door and open it crack to see a young man in a unifrom that looked a lot like Shirly's but with pants and boots. the young man had blonde hair and was pulling on the handle to the unocupied room across the hall, but to no effect as it would't open
"open you peice of..." the man trailed off as he turned and gazed at her, he looked like he had seen a ghost.
"hello" Sayna said
"...good afternoon miss, i'm Wilson, i just tranferd here from the II corps" he said sticking out a hand. she grasped it lightly and shock it.
"Sayna Litvyak, Orussian Imperal army"
"nice to meet you" he said smiling. "any idea why my key isn't working"?
"the doors on base have locks built in for privacy" Sanya said yawing.
"that explan's the key the Commander gave me, thank you" he said before using the key to open the door. the room is goodsized with a bed and windows, not much else though. i start unpacking, i hang up the neddle point II Corps logo my mother made before i shiped out three years ago, i put my change of uniform along with my civies in the closet and unpack my books aswell.
i unpacked my radio and turned it on, the thing was a pain in the ass to bring because of its size but the music made it worth tuned it to a staion and the voice of Ella Fitgzgerald
"birds do, bees do it, even flea's do it"
"lets do, lets fall in love"
In Hispaina the best do it, the Suomus do it, even the Karlslanders in Berlin do it"
"lets do it lets fall in love" he sang along.
"Ousters down in the bay do it, lets do it lets fall in love" he sang on.
yes so he liked to sing, it was his little secret, better if no one knew, and no one would of it not for a passing witch hearing him.
...
Hartmann, only you would you lose your sidearm"Gertrude Barkhorn said to the blonde as they walked to Erica's to find the missplaced pistol.
"why do i even need one, it wont dent a Neurio anyway" she wined..
"a sidearm is a sign of Responibilty, something you don't have Hartmann... she trailed off as they heard singing from a room they were passing. the blonde leaned on the door with her ear to it, she could hear someone singing along with a radio or the real Ella Figzgrealed. the door wasn't locked the added wait casued the door to open and the Karlslander fell flat on her face.
"what the hell"? the young man inside said jumping up in suprise.
"who are you"? Erica asks still face down in the carpet before getting up.
"i was about to ask you the same" the soldier by the looks of him said.
"sorry about Hartmann, Minna said we'd be getting tranfers but i thought they would be witches"
"why were you singing"? Hartmann asked now standing.
"Un...what. i wasn't...i don't know what your talking about" he said,his eyes darting around the room.
"yes you do" Hartmann said pointing at him.
the soldier was turning a dark shade of red, "i just left the radio on, that's all"
"no you were singing" the Blonde said gigling.
Hartmann, stop that" Barkhorn shouted, she knew the blondes teasing wasn't funny.
his face was red with a anger expresion, "if you ladies will leave, i need to change" he said holding up a grey jumpsuit. e push the two witches out and closed the door.
"good job Hartmann" Barkhorn hissed.
"its not my fault he was lieing about singing" she said back before they started to walk back to her room.
...
WHY! that was all Wilson could ask, he was a soldier, he had fought along side Patton and Rommel, so what does that women do? bumps him down to ground crew, he was an infantrymen not a fucking greasmonkey! but orders were orders, so he chaged out of his Liberion Army uniform and into the greyish jumpsuit the groundcrewmen wore. the second corps were famos for being the first Liberion division to fight the Neurio during the first Neurio war in 1917 and during the second one when they landed in Africa, he was part of this unit,or he had been part of it, now he was just some noncom who fixed cracks in a runway.
Life is unfair. that sums this day up.
*noncom: non combat personel.