(Where any allied soldiers will enter)

Private Donnie Brighelm waited in the warm sunlight.

Seeing him standing there Lewis Filler decided to walk over and say hello.  He paused just in front of him, unsure of what to say.

Sibylle wandered the decks, a solemn look on her face. She brushed back a curl and stopped, tapping her foot a few times while thinking of what shewould do next.

Lewis waved to her bitting his lip, still to shy to mutter a word.

Sibylle raised an eyebrow for a second then let it lower. She waved back.

Donnie smiled at the girl.

Sibylle did not return the smile, but kept her stoic expression.

"Bad day, ma'am?"

"There aren't many good days these years," she said.

He nodded.

Sibylle felt useless right now, and felt the need to do something. She breathed in deeply and thought of something to do. She cae up with nothing.

"Excuse me? Do you happen to have the time, monsieur?" she asked him, shading her eyes from the sun.

"Just past 11."

Sibylle pursed her lips, wishing the day to be over. She was hungry, having missed breakfast, and urged supper to come faster. Her stomach growled lightly and she willed it to be quiet.

"What is your name?" she asked him. She was rather talkative today. She never spoke, only if spoken to.

"Donnie, miss."

"Ah," Sibylle did not even bother to tell him hr own name. Perhaps she forgot or did not feel it necessary.

"And yours miss?"

"Oh. My name is Sibylle Beaux," she said plainly, her hazel eyes focused on some card players that argued. men...

"Nice to meet you."

"Yes," she said, discretely looking him up and down, as if sizing him up, "Nice to me you to, Monsieur Donnie." She blushed, realizing how rude she was being.

"Pardon my manners," she said, looking down at her feet.

Ben saw the beautiful French woman talking to a soldier. He didn't think that a woman like that should waste her time with such a dumb-looking soldier. He walked up to the two and held the woman's hand in his. "M'excuser, le coup manqué. J'aimerais vous acheter le dîner sur la Côte D'azur ce soir." He said in his best school-learned French.

(English transltion would be nice..)

Lewis Filler stepped up to them and looked at the men and woman. "I'm sorry Mr." he said smiling, "But I do not speak French."

(Lee: Excuse me, miss. Could I take you out to dinner tonight?)

Ben looked at the man who had walked up to them and laughed.

Lewis crossed his hands over his chest. "Are you laughing at me sir," he said trying to copy the man's French accent.

"Well, I'm not complimenting you." Ben said. "If that's what you mean. And I'm not French."

Lewis raised his eyebrows. "Well I thought you were," he said smiling and holding out his hand, "My name is Lewis Filler, I'm new here, a private."

"Ben Palmer," Ben said, laughing as he shook Lewis's hand. "Sergeant."

"There you go laughing at me again," Lewis said squeezing Ben's hand as hard as he could, "Am I that funny?"

"Kid, everything's funny to me." Ben said. "Anyway, where'ya from?"

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