[hr][hr][h1][center][color=0072bc]Anton G'iscard
"L'étincelle"[/color][/center][/h1][hr][hr]

Anton looked over at Kaneda as it was he who answered his question first. It surprised him that an Asian such as him had knowledge of this subject, North Africa and Montegomery and all that. Then again he had proven himself not to be like everyone else - as far as Anton had seen these past days-, and so he gave him the benefit of the doubt. 

[color=0072bc]"Drop us out of ze plane behind enemy lines? Then we're not part of ze invasion, we're commandos. Special operatives, secret agents and ze like of zat. But I am in agreement, I would prefer to be informed of our coming tasks sooner rather than later.[/color] Anton said towards Kaneda, then watching the others as they sat down and joined the conversation. The Swiss/Germans siblings, Oscar, and the negro soldier named Walther. He had missed out the run earlier today, which made Anton wonder what had happened. But it wasn't in his place to ask, and so he didn't. Instead he turned his attention to Izkry, the male sibling. 

[color=0072bc]"Impossible? Non, mon ami, noz'hing is impossible. I'm ashamed to tell ze truth, but we said t'hat ze Maginot-Line was impossible for ze Germans to break. And z'herefor, impossible for z'em to invade France. Z'hey proved us wrong twice. First by going through la Belgique, and secondly by using ways of using z'heir advantages against our weaknesess. Non mon ami, z'here is a way to invade and liberate France. And La résistance is not enough. One does not liberate a country by attacking ze occupier and then flee away."[/color]

It wasn't that Anton was entirely sure of his statemates, but he felt pretty confident in what he said. In that time and age, anything was possible and nothing impossible to achive. There was always a way. And more than anything else, Anton wished and craved to be part of that impossible feat of liberating his country. 

Kaneda shot him another question before digging into the meal they had been served. Why he decided to become a pilot and what it felt like flying? While they were good questions, Anton's face showed a sense of mild digust as he saw how Kaneda ate their meal. Being the Frenchman he was, he felt tiny bit insulted on the behalf of the Italians. Nonetheless, he answered. [color=0072bc]"Long story short, I didn't go as a pilot ze first time. I was an aeroplane mechanic, but ze friends I got allowed me to take a few flights with z'em. At first it was frightening, but z'hen it was simply pure joy. You feel like a bird soaring through ze air, free and willing to do whatever you want! And since I could serve my country where I clearly had skills, z'here wasn't an option really. 'Zhere's no better way of fighting ze Germans than in a M.S.406 fighter plane over ze fields of France."[/color] Anton's voice was clearly filled with pride as he answered Kaneda, even a smile formed on his lips as he spoke of the things he loved. 

The smile faded however, as talk of a second race up the mountain started and the others wanted to look. Anton wouldn't join. Regardless of the quality of the food they were eating, it was still inpolite to rush it down and get out. Especially the way the others ate the spaghetti. No, Anton folded his hands and quietly said a short prayer, before beginning to eat. He rolled a small batch of spaghetti around his fork and delicately placed it in his mouth without slurping. [i]Barbarians...[/i]