Chapter V: Sound the Cyclone Alarms

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Tommy, Portsmouth, England, 1943, Under the orders of General Dwight D. "Kansas Cyclone" Eisenhower

"Pvt. Fierri!" I ran to the Sargent in the nick of time, as I got to him I saluted, "Sir, yes, sir!"
"As ease soldier." I nodded and stood comfortably, "Take a seat. I need to ask you some questions." I looked at him, "I'll stand but thanks."
"There's a mini bar behind you help yourself out, get me a scotch, as is." I walked towards the bar and grabbed a glass pouring his cup, "It says here you studied some German before enlisting and speak fluent Italian, is that correct?"
"Yes it is si', thought it would help with getting us some info'mation on the Ge'man defenses, maybe use it to infiltrate Ge'man lines and gathe' thei' defensive plans."
"General Eisenhower is planning a big attack on the coastline, he's thinking Normandy, but who knows." "Tomorrow scientist say that the fog will come in and the tide will lower, you will be sent by the Royal Navy, and the man you'll be looking for is Pvt. Kensington he'll drop you off and bring you back via row boat away from the defensive positions." As I hand him his glass I offer him a smoke, he gladly takes and I light it up for him.
"You've understood everything right?" I nodded taking a sip of my drink, "Yes si', I understand completely."
"Then repeat to me what I just said."
"I am to meet with Pvt. Kensington, and be dropped off into Normandy by the Royal Navy and infiltrate Ge'man lines and gathe'thei' info. Need I say more?" We laughed and made a toast, clanked our drinks together and drank like it's New Year's. "Down with Hitler."
"Down with Hitle' indeed."
"You may leave now."
"What?" I asked. He looked at me with a straight face.
"The door."
"Oh right."

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