Lucky held up his letter. “God-damned censors. Like my Uncle Seamus is going to be responsible for the resurrection of the Third Reich.”
Dutch was playing solitaire with a deck of nearly 52 cards. “You can read the stuff anyway, half the time. Just hold it up to the light.”
October in Germany and it was getting cold. They were bunked in what used to be a school, in a big room that used to be a dormitory. There was no glass in the windows. Dutch lost his game of solitaire.
“Guess what I just got stuck with?” Lucky said. “You know Pikar’s German prisoners keep getting shot escaping?”
Dutch laughed, “Yeah, in their sleep?”
“Yeah. Now I’ve got to babysit Pikar.”
“Fun.” Dutch said. “You playing cards at the Metropole later?”
“I dunno,” Lucky said.
“Cause if you are, I’m not going to bother.”
Lucky grinned. “Anyone can get Lucky,” he said.
Dutch rolled his eyes.