If you can't fight 'em drunk, don't fight 'em at all

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THE PACIFIC
Bill 'Hoosier' Smith
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quotes from Helmet for my Pillow by Robert Leckie
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HOOSIER WOULD DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING FOR THAT LUGER, LECKIE. ANYTHING

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I feel like there's a fic idea in there somewhere....

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Maaaaaaaybe if you squint... lol

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Finally the Hoosier got to his feet.

“Shoot me,” he pleaded. “Why’nt somebody be a good guy and shoot me?” He looked despairingly at the ocean, turned steely gray again and dimpled by the raindrops, and then glanced down at his own half-dry clothing. “Hell’s fire!” he swore, “what’s the use of waitin’”-and ran like a madman straight into the ocean.

DYING. FOREVER

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Hoos, I don't remember you being such a killjoy :(((

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Look, he was full of pent up rage okay. Leckie didn't put out and he was pretty fucked off about the whole situation, can you blame him?

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Leckie was still hung up about his box. Goddamnit, Leckie

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“Wouldn’t that be something?” said the Runner excitedly. “Supposing we came off the ship and everybody broke ranks and melted into the crowd. They couldn’t find you in a New York crowd. We’d all be gobbled up. Everybody’d be drunk, and they couldn’t do anything to you. Everybody’d be drunk, even the officers.”

LOL RUNNER. HOW ARE YOU SO ADORABLE.

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The saddest thing about this is that Hoosier did melt into the crowd and was never seen again :(

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IN OTHER WORDS: WELCOME BACK!!!

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THANK YOU! LOL ♥