We had a party! A military party! Hurrah!
Ale night it was called and ale we got. Everyone of us
And yet. No misbehaving or embarrassing tales. No cheerful singing with no idea of what one was actually singing. No dancing. No dancing dangit!
I think they hate me. That hard boiled sergeant who want's to be called sergeant, at least. I don't think he smiled at me even once on that blasted evening. I am not sure he can smile.
...Although, he can play flute, that must count as smiling, I think...
And I managed even to misbehave, again. That dear, lovable woman sergeant who will be my supervisor and instructor had to correct my behavior, cursed, they will never take me seriously now...
Still. I will not loose my hope. They are my brothers and sisters in arms (well, in their arms). There may be time when we depend on each other, when we need to trust on each other. I need to learn to behave I suppose
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Hmm. But still. The next time I might consider taking some of those cheerful herbs aunt Am so strictly forbids us to try and blend some of them into that biggest barrel... Yes I could even ask that curiously shy woman to help me with that. Or maybe that grayish gentleman, he seemed to have the right attitude towards these things... Hmm
