What the fuck are you talking about..? And why are you talking to me like that? Dont forget im First Private. Said Green almost snarling to the little guy.
Joe was taken slightly aback by Green's harsh tone. "Geez... I'm talking about how they tell us put on the winter gear, then they tell us take it off... it just doesn't seem like we're on the same page." After some uncomfortable silence Joe finished, "Nevermind. Forget I said it."
the final blow connected and stars exploded in Con's head as Morrison's right fist landed a jarring blow to the his chin.
Joe stood there slack jawed and surprised. He couldn't believe what he just saw. He quickly looked around to see if there were any onlookers hoping that none of the locals had seen this spectacle.
It was at that moment that Joe remembered he had caught Con trying to pick his pocket back on the ship. Joe looked at his unconscious squad leader, shook his head and sighed, "Looks like this time you picked from the wrong person."
PFC Altair raced over to the man, his medical skills coming to play. He turned and looked at the LT, "Sir, he is unconcious."
"But is he going to be alright?"