[ he sure as bloody hell doesn't know what a damned aviator is -- but he accepts the word, files it away, and tries not to make it look like he's too thrown by it. such hard-faced ignorance was bred in the ranks. here stands a man who certainly isn't a proper officer by many stretches of many definitions.
and who the christ knows what an iskierka is except it sounds pompous and foreign enough to be the name of a ship. oh, shite. if he's tumbled into a navy man-- ]
Richard Sharpe. Major in the South Essex. [ but he gives the title as though it means nothing. for the most part, people in the drabwurld have no notion of his army or even his nation. he copes. ] Is the Iskierka here?
[ oh, and he doesn't even manage to mangle the name. bonus. ]
no subject
and who the christ knows what an iskierka is except it sounds pompous and foreign enough to be the name of a ship. oh, shite. if he's tumbled into a navy man-- ]
Richard Sharpe. Major in the South Essex. [ but he gives the title as though it means nothing. for the most part, people in the drabwurld have no notion of his army or even his nation. he copes. ] Is the Iskierka here?
[ oh, and he doesn't even manage to mangle the name. bonus. ]