[ The holidays didn't mean much out here. Just another day in the endless stretch of days that followed the campaign against the Covenant. Someone might remember, might pitch in for some nice booze for the guys to sneak a swig of before setting out the next day, but by and large little had changed.
They were still here, entrenched and watching for enemy movement, and it wasn't even seasonably cold. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was any other time, this far from the Earth, or anything that might have called to some sense of nostalgia or familiarity. None of which Sam had ever really believed in.
He just sat on guard, staring into the distance, silent. Nothing yet. Perhaps this shift would pass uneventfully. Wouldn't that be something? ]
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branchandroot
Christmas on the Battlefield
Date: 2016-12-14 05:28 pm (UTC)They were still here, entrenched and watching for enemy movement, and it wasn't even seasonably cold. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was any other time, this far from the Earth, or anything that might have called to some sense of nostalgia or familiarity. None of which Sam had ever really believed in.
He just sat on guard, staring into the distance, silent. Nothing yet. Perhaps this shift would pass uneventfully. Wouldn't that be something? ]