During the Great Still Explosion of the Century...
"Bloody 'ell, Louie. Not again!" Newkirk grumbled. The Frenchman had crumpled once again from the sight of Newkirk's gun-shot wound. Newkirk sighed and scrubbed his face with the hand not holding Carter on his back.
His hand felt something wet; he knew he wasn't crying, so what was ... he quickly tasted the moisture to test his hypothesis. The liquid tasted like distilled lightning. And knowing the source, it might just be. The shock made him physically step back.
"Wooh! That bloody moonshiner sure did know what 'e was doin'!"