George took his mug and ashtray (cigarette back in his mouth) and followed her to the couch, keeping a respectable distance between them. He may be a flirt, but he respected it when a girl was taken-and besides, Bella didn't strike him as the flirting type.
His jaw nearly dropped when the screen showed clips of older veterans talking about the start of the war: that the country was attacked, that many people (himself included) only joined the airborne because it payed fifty dollars more). What made it even more surreal was that realistically, he would've been around their age.
He was already feeling nostalgic when the beginning credits ran by, with imagines of what he'd already experienced. It came as sort of a surprise: he honestly thought he wouldn't be able to handle it, but he only felt admiration for the men he had served with. It only increased when he saw them in England getting ready to drop and he saw Lipton, some of the men praying with the chaplain and even Liebgott shaving a mohawk onto one soldier.
George remained silent as he watched the film, a reverant sort of observation that broke when it was announced that the drop was called off because of bad weather, and the scene changed to them watching a movie.
"Hey, that's Dick Winters, and Nix. My god, they look exactly like them." his face broke out into a wide grin.