Chronicle:Oh Kaurissmas Tree

"Can someone shut that shit up, Its making my head pulse-"

The man, dressed in olive drab would sit up, in his lap a mag with a mostly naked woman would flop down to his boots as he looked at the three men, sitting around a radio which it self is sitting down on a table, all of the men were smiling and were simply listening to the slight jingle jangle as in Saesish some nice caroling came, they didn't really understand it, but it sounded good to their ears, but to the man who had, until a few moments ago been sleeping harder than a bug in a cocoon, it was nothing but white noise.

The men, all of whom had festive hats on their head of red, white, and green cloth would look at him and frown in unison.

Stop your winging you baby, if anyone wanted your opinion than we would have asked- let the rest of us have some fun!

The voice would pierce from the face of a man with a single chevron on his right shoulder, who would smile at the still hung over man and then walk over to a small stove in their little dark room, he would bring over a nice warm cup to the guy, filled with eggnog, and lay it down next to him before sitting on the couch to his right, he would turn and lean a bit forward as he began to take off his coat, revealing his black sweater and button up

"Donal, you really need to cut back on the drinks and stop bringing the mags into the barracks, I am getting so sick of the constant room inspections where we are forced to do pushups until Sergeant Farter feels sexual satisfied because of the bullshit you bring with you, act your station, maybe you can find a nice person back home that you can date, but fucking hell you can take a day without one of these-"

The other man would take the mag out of Donal's hands, ruffle it up and throw it into the trash bin, Donal would look at him and roll his eyes as he did so, shrugging before sitting upright and then standing up from his seat, he would stretch and then take a deep breaths, exclaiming while he exhaled;

"For a bunch of atheists and deists you dickheads really love Kaurissmas, you know counter-revolution comes in a few steps, first you celebrate Iosus, next your going to be telling me about whopping thralls in Ranomia, I don't want to see "y'all" in the white cloth d'ya know mean?"

The men stare at him, unimpressed, their eyes with blank expressions, the man with the chevron on his coat would cough and raise his finger, about to speak before a loud thud would come from the door, and a man with a thick camouflage smock would walk into the room, kicking snow out of the way as he does, he is shivering and on his right arm there is a band with two chevrons and a star on it, everyone in the room would look at him with a bit of worry, he would close the door behind him and stand up straight, his mustache with a bit of snow on it as he would begin spekaing.

"Dear fucking supreme being- you clowns!"

He would frown at the men, and then walk over to them, begining to rip their hats off, begining his rant

"How the fuck are you going to be sitting around in this kind of state on a holiday- oh my-- ARGHG! We are currently based with some of the best troops in the world, how are we going to be like this when we are being posted with the motherland of rev-"

He would pause just as the noise of glass breaking and polka came from the barracks across from the men, and a bit of singing with it, the Corporal's eyes would go wide, and he would bring his hands to his nose as he stroked it gently out of frustration, he would walk over and plop down on the couch, Donal would grab his Eggnog and then hold it out to the Corporal, who would reach out and begrudgingly take it.

"You must be having a rough day Cael.

Caelwulf would look up at the private, his expression would soften and he would take a sip of the eggnog, smiling as he would sit up straight he would shake his head

"It has indeed been a bit difficult my old chap, the Sergeant has been on my neck all day, and Corporal Mar Connel has been pissing me the hell off, him and the rest of his kiltie crew have done naught but be useless and its gotten the lot of us skinned and tanned."

TO BE CONTINUED