[Gene stares at the offered hand for a second or two before shifting his helmet under his arm and cautiously accepting the handshake. His grip's gentle because he's still not sure of what to make of this. Is this just how familiar people are with each other in the Army? He's never seen a Captain shake a Private's hand before, not even Ack Ack.
(God, Ack Ack. How could they lose Ack Ack?)
Plus, his hands are filthy, and this guy looks like he's had access to clean water and clean clothes for a while, so there's a weird mix of guilt and maybe resentment or jealousy coiling in the pit of his stomach.]
Private Eugene Sledge, sir. I was on Peleliu when the Admiral offered me a deal.
[spam!!]
(God, Ack Ack. How could they lose Ack Ack?)
Plus, his hands are filthy, and this guy looks like he's had access to clean water and clean clothes for a while, so there's a weird mix of guilt and maybe resentment or jealousy coiling in the pit of his stomach.]
Private Eugene Sledge, sir. I was on Peleliu when the Admiral offered me a deal.