Family Relations (Part Twenty Three)
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Two weeks. Well, under two weeks, he’d be going home on Saturday. Home. Home sounded awesome.
For sure, he’d miss his cousins and uncle, but still. Hm. Maybe he could convince da to have to them come over and visit, summer break wasn’t too long, and they could come over before July…
If he was being honest with himself, he’d almost been hoping to have still been here through July, it would have made a very nice break, a year without July.
It sounded nice to even say. A year with no July. What would that be like? To have peace, all the time? To not spend spring waiting for summer and riots? Sure, riots could and did happen at any time, but this…this you knew, and expected. It was…unsettling, waiting for them to kick off. But to not have that? What was that like?
Well, da had said they’d talk about how it went here when he got back home, and that if ma agreed, he or they might be able to spend some of his summer holidays with his uncle. And if that was the case, then he’d get to know, first hand even, what a year without a July was like.
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Lasairfhíona sat in her room in the hospital, pondering what she and Tom had just been talking about. He’d arrive in a week and a half, well, a week, but half was lost to his processing, so.
He had suggested that, given that she was still quite weak, and that well, his brother had already suggested it…perhaps she and Pyro could go visit him for the summer, as Pyro would be getting back right when his school finished testing, so might as well stay with Baj and start back at the school in fall, he had plenty of worksheets and the like…
Truth be told, she had always somewhat prided herself for having travelled, but having never been to England itself. It was childish, sure, but…she didn’t really want to start seeing things in more shades of grey, being married to an English soldier had done more than enough to that. She’d even stopped being active (though if she told the truth, that was from when Pyro was five and he’d found some of her weapons) and had joined the political side of things. Of course, everyone said that Sinn Féin1 was just the political arm of the IRA and that when they went to talk to the War Council2, that the politicians could just go look in the mirrors. She didn’t doubt that was true at the higher levels, but local levels? Not as much.
Still, if Tom thought it would help Pyro and herself…
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Baj pondered what he’d been talking to his brother about. He knew that it would be good for Paul to be here for the summer, and with his mother, ah…Lassy…still so weak, he figured to offer to their whole family to stay the summer. Well, Tom would be mostly on the local base, but still. Something about if Lassy and Pyro stayed with Baj, then Tom could be assigned to the local base here, and it somehow would ‘qualify’ as him having been out of the province long enough, so when they returned at the end of August, Tom would be put back at the end of the cycle to rotate out. He had no idea how that worked, but it sounded like Tom’s Lieutenant was quite well versed in creatively writing reports to get things done, and that the lieutenant had been happy with this offer, so.
It wasn’t like it was an imposition, either. The neighbours normally went to Mallorca for the summer and paid Baj to watch the place. This year they were gonna have Max watch it, but they were fine with having Baj’s sister-in-law and her son stay there, as long as the house came out the other side intact.
The only he had to do now was wait for Paul to return home, them to discuss it, and then Tom would call him, probably that Sunday, since Paul was leaving insanely early on Saturday.
Apparently there had been problems with army planes being shot at with RPGs3 and possibly even SAMs4, so they were flying civilian crafts really early (and the army crafts in late evening), on the assumption that the IRA wouldn’t be arsed to wake up early enough to attack them. Baj kinda doubts the IRA would intentionally attack a civilian craft, but still. Also, it made more sense to him to have it the other way around, but…the army had never really been much for logic in this regard.
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“Millbee?”
“What Dinnerbone?”
“Do you think we could convince dad and Uncle Tom to let Pyro stay for the summer?”
“…He has an airplane ticket home already.”
“Yeah, I mean, go, finish his tests or whatever, and come back? He did say he was gonna see if Pyro could visit us some summer, why not this one?”
“Well, we can ask him in the morning about it. There are probably things we don’t know.”
“There are always things we aren’t told. Particularly with Pyro, it seems.”
“Yeah, well…good night, Dinnerbone.”
“Good night, Millbee.”
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BTC sighed softly to himself. It was Friday now, and Connolly had spent most of the week carefully avoiding BTC, while looking like he was doing no such thing. It was remarkably frustrating. He’d question how a 14 year old kid had learned to do that, but that was pointless. He obviously had learned it from somewhere so that was it.
However. BTC was, quite simply better than any jump up native kid, regardless of if he’d been trained or not. And he was damn well going to talk to him some more, whether or not he liked it. Wait. Hadn’t he promised his lieutenant that he’d do no such thing? Screw that, he wanted to talk to him, it might even be a good thing, sway the kid to the proper side, you know? He was sure that his lieutenant would agree that getting and keeping the native on their side was more important than him possibly hurting the kid’s feelings or something equally stupid.
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Pyro sighed softly to himself. He had finished talking to both his da and Dinnerbone, not long ago. Talking with his dad was good, it sounded like they might get to be here for the summer, though he still had to go back home first. As to Dinnerbone, well.
BTC had, in fact, talked to him again. Very annoying. He wanted to talk to him again on Saturday, which is why he had been talking to Dinnerbone. He knew he was relying on him a bit too much, but…he wasn’t sure why the hell BTC still wanted to talk to him, so better take Dinnerbone along, for safety.
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Dinnerbone had agreed, readily enough. He was also curious as to why the hell BTC still wanted to speak to Pyro, and was hoping it was for harmless reasons, such as BTC honestly wanting to know what it was like to grow up on the other side, or what have you. He didn’t hold out much hope for this, though, but didn’t really want to tell Pyro that, since he probably already figured that out.
He sighed as he got ready for bed, mumbling to himself.
Whatever it was that this soldier wanted to talk about, they’d find out tomorrow at the park.
Notes, etc.
1 A political party http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinn_F%C3%A9in
2 The IRA’s war council, she means.
3 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocket_Propelled_Grenade
4 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surface-to-air_missile
Link to Part Twenty-Four http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/861541.html#cutid1
Two weeks. Well, under two weeks, he’d be going home on Saturday. Home. Home sounded awesome.
For sure, he’d miss his cousins and uncle, but still. Hm. Maybe he could convince da to have to them come over and visit, summer break wasn’t too long, and they could come over before July…
If he was being honest with himself, he’d almost been hoping to have still been here through July, it would have made a very nice break, a year without July.
It sounded nice to even say. A year with no July. What would that be like? To have peace, all the time? To not spend spring waiting for summer and riots? Sure, riots could and did happen at any time, but this…this you knew, and expected. It was…unsettling, waiting for them to kick off. But to not have that? What was that like?
Well, da had said they’d talk about how it went here when he got back home, and that if ma agreed, he or they might be able to spend some of his summer holidays with his uncle. And if that was the case, then he’d get to know, first hand even, what a year without a July was like.
-----
Lasairfhíona sat in her room in the hospital, pondering what she and Tom had just been talking about. He’d arrive in a week and a half, well, a week, but half was lost to his processing, so.
He had suggested that, given that she was still quite weak, and that well, his brother had already suggested it…perhaps she and Pyro could go visit him for the summer, as Pyro would be getting back right when his school finished testing, so might as well stay with Baj and start back at the school in fall, he had plenty of worksheets and the like…
Truth be told, she had always somewhat prided herself for having travelled, but having never been to England itself. It was childish, sure, but…she didn’t really want to start seeing things in more shades of grey, being married to an English soldier had done more than enough to that. She’d even stopped being active (though if she told the truth, that was from when Pyro was five and he’d found some of her weapons) and had joined the political side of things. Of course, everyone said that Sinn Féin1 was just the political arm of the IRA and that when they went to talk to the War Council2, that the politicians could just go look in the mirrors. She didn’t doubt that was true at the higher levels, but local levels? Not as much.
Still, if Tom thought it would help Pyro and herself…
-----
Baj pondered what he’d been talking to his brother about. He knew that it would be good for Paul to be here for the summer, and with his mother, ah…Lassy…still so weak, he figured to offer to their whole family to stay the summer. Well, Tom would be mostly on the local base, but still. Something about if Lassy and Pyro stayed with Baj, then Tom could be assigned to the local base here, and it somehow would ‘qualify’ as him having been out of the province long enough, so when they returned at the end of August, Tom would be put back at the end of the cycle to rotate out. He had no idea how that worked, but it sounded like Tom’s Lieutenant was quite well versed in creatively writing reports to get things done, and that the lieutenant had been happy with this offer, so.
It wasn’t like it was an imposition, either. The neighbours normally went to Mallorca for the summer and paid Baj to watch the place. This year they were gonna have Max watch it, but they were fine with having Baj’s sister-in-law and her son stay there, as long as the house came out the other side intact.
The only he had to do now was wait for Paul to return home, them to discuss it, and then Tom would call him, probably that Sunday, since Paul was leaving insanely early on Saturday.
Apparently there had been problems with army planes being shot at with RPGs3 and possibly even SAMs4, so they were flying civilian crafts really early (and the army crafts in late evening), on the assumption that the IRA wouldn’t be arsed to wake up early enough to attack them. Baj kinda doubts the IRA would intentionally attack a civilian craft, but still. Also, it made more sense to him to have it the other way around, but…the army had never really been much for logic in this regard.
-----
“Millbee?”
“What Dinnerbone?”
“Do you think we could convince dad and Uncle Tom to let Pyro stay for the summer?”
“…He has an airplane ticket home already.”
“Yeah, I mean, go, finish his tests or whatever, and come back? He did say he was gonna see if Pyro could visit us some summer, why not this one?”
“Well, we can ask him in the morning about it. There are probably things we don’t know.”
“There are always things we aren’t told. Particularly with Pyro, it seems.”
“Yeah, well…good night, Dinnerbone.”
“Good night, Millbee.”
-----
BTC sighed softly to himself. It was Friday now, and Connolly had spent most of the week carefully avoiding BTC, while looking like he was doing no such thing. It was remarkably frustrating. He’d question how a 14 year old kid had learned to do that, but that was pointless. He obviously had learned it from somewhere so that was it.
However. BTC was, quite simply better than any jump up native kid, regardless of if he’d been trained or not. And he was damn well going to talk to him some more, whether or not he liked it. Wait. Hadn’t he promised his lieutenant that he’d do no such thing? Screw that, he wanted to talk to him, it might even be a good thing, sway the kid to the proper side, you know? He was sure that his lieutenant would agree that getting and keeping the native on their side was more important than him possibly hurting the kid’s feelings or something equally stupid.
-----
Pyro sighed softly to himself. He had finished talking to both his da and Dinnerbone, not long ago. Talking with his dad was good, it sounded like they might get to be here for the summer, though he still had to go back home first. As to Dinnerbone, well.
BTC had, in fact, talked to him again. Very annoying. He wanted to talk to him again on Saturday, which is why he had been talking to Dinnerbone. He knew he was relying on him a bit too much, but…he wasn’t sure why the hell BTC still wanted to talk to him, so better take Dinnerbone along, for safety.
-----
Dinnerbone had agreed, readily enough. He was also curious as to why the hell BTC still wanted to speak to Pyro, and was hoping it was for harmless reasons, such as BTC honestly wanting to know what it was like to grow up on the other side, or what have you. He didn’t hold out much hope for this, though, but didn’t really want to tell Pyro that, since he probably already figured that out.
He sighed as he got ready for bed, mumbling to himself.
Whatever it was that this soldier wanted to talk about, they’d find out tomorrow at the park.
Notes, etc.
1 A political party http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinn_F%C3%A9in
2 The IRA’s war council, she means.
3 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocket_Propelled_Grenade
4 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surface-to-air_missile
Link to Part Twenty-Four http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/861541.html#cutid1
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Date: Friday, August 22nd, 2014 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, August 22nd, 2014 01:59 am (UTC)In regards to the meeting with BTC and Pyro, keep in mind what both of them talked about to their respective...chaplains.
As to the future past that, well. It's already been decided, heh.
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