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

Despite his best efforts, James didn't fall asleep until about an hour before they'd had to be up and the sound of others moving around woke him quickly, his initial reaction to sight up down the road and look for Imperial soldiers. Then he realized that it was time to get up and groaned. He hadn't had so little sleep since the Imps first pushed over the border to invade Gallia, when his unit was frantically retreating after loosing their outpost and the Imps were right on their ass. [i]Valk today's going to be long.[/i] Standing, he nudged Celeste into wakfulness with the butt of the damaged sniper rifle. "Hey, Corporal, up and at 'em from the sounds coming from next door. Smells like food too." Not waiting to see if it actually worked, he carefully steps over her and heads for the house, stepping in and setting both rifles to one side of the doorway before joining the small line that had formed for the Sarge's food. [i]Hell yeah, real food![/i] Plus it meant James could save his special stash.