[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Outskirts of Le Haye Sainte[/h2][/center]

Nodding to the Sergeant, sticking to the field protocol of not identifying NCOs and sergeants to the enemy, James grabbed his pack and headed over to a tree that gave him a decent LOS of the are they were in. Pulling out his flask, he takes a swig and gives a satisfied nod before storing it again and fishing out a couple pieces of jerky that he'd procured from one of the cooks in exchange for a flagon of the extra rum he'd gotten the night before, He also had bread, a couple cans of beans, and some grapes, but those were being saved. It had surprised him how much the flagon had gotten him and he was sure he'd have left overs when they got back to base.