Re: 2200
“You’re from Texas?” Jack asked naively. He’d never actually heard a Texan accent before, so he couldn’t really think of any of those things. Sure, he’d seen movies and all that, but that all seemed very fake and overdone, especially talking to a real Texan now. “I’m just from New York,” he laughed, feeling terribly boring. “But anyway, it all sounds like perfectly fine English to me.” Jack laughed again, shrugging, pulling at his hair a little. “Its this stuff, isn’t it? There’s never been a worse time to look like I do, that’s for sure. Blue eyes, goddamned blond hair—they’re probably going to throw me in the clink out of pure suspicion.”
“Well that’s good, I guess,” Jack answered, totally and entirely unable to relate. “Mine are still sending me angry letters, but I can’t say I’m surprised. If there’s one thing my family does well, it’s holding a grudge.” He shrugged casually, taking another sip from his beer. “I don’t know what else I could have done, though. I knew I had to come, I wanted to come. I never thought there was much of a question.”
Jack sent Sam a grateful smile over his shoulder, still very much a scared kid, worried about facing war. “I’m not looking to be a hero, or anything, win any kind of medal,” he said quickly, just in case the Captain got the wrong impression. “I just want to do my job, help win this war here. Leave the medals to somebody else, I just want to do a good job.”