Re: 2200
"Nah. Texas English ain't the English everyone here speaks, can't wait to meet up with all these older ones who don't think it's 'exotic' or 'sounds like a Hollywood cowboy' or some similar shit," Sam laughed and rambled, letting his guard down and cursing in front of the enlisted man. "Y'seem to know a lot about the spy business," he drawled, shaking his head. "I ain't giving out any ranking info out to no Nazi spy," he joked.
Sam was the opposite in just about every way - his family was poor, his father lost his job in the Depression, and the only way out of that had been to join the Army. "I don't know if mine were happy or not, I just wanted to get out of Texas," he replied, still keeping himself very closed off and vague. "Didn't look back to see their reactions. I reckon they're happy now, though."
"You will," Sam nodded quickly, patting his shoulder in a comrade-ly show of encouragement, of solidarity, or at least that's what Sam hoped for. "We have a while, but we'll be seeing a lot of enemy fire, I bet. You'll have your chance soon enough."