our british friends

After four days of writing policy, each little word painstakingly strung together from moribund Army regs I finished it up last night. No I just have to hold training with the people who will be accepting responsibility for government property and the inventory can start. Gag me with a maggot this stuff is boring.
Last Night we walked down to the Chinese restaurant for supper. It was really good. Around nine o’clock LtCol V. and SSgt Nichols left which freed S., C., and myself up to have a beer. Its bad to be breaking general order number one but it’s a stupid rule, so haphazardly applied as to be ridiculous.
We sat there until eleven thirty, three Navy people telling sea stories…it was fun.
Then this British bloke comes over and starts making eyes at C. because she 1) is attractive and 2) was the only girl there. He kept saying, “Come on Yank, let be buy yuh a drank,” and I wanted to let him but C. was ready to go and needed an S and I to escort her back to camp. I guess while we were paying the British fellow and his friend slipped out. We walked down the alley then onto the street and in front of us I saw the Brit and his buddy, teetering down the road singing, screaming, “No No Never, No No Never no more, I’ll play the wild rover…”
As they waddled slowly we caught up and over took them. Immediately my Brit friend made a B-line for C. I made sure to walk in between them but then I new I’d have to take one for the team. I let S. come in to be wingman on C. and I started singing with the british guys which immediately caused them to drop back and throw their arms around me. We sang good songs all the way to the gate. The last one was about a guy’s sombrero getting ruined by a woman.
I still have the hacking crud and runny nose while I’m in my office but yesterday afternoon working out and last night at the restaurant I wasn’t sick at all.