Thira-Gerard

It started out as an innocent enough day: a day without too much work to do and a load of time to kill. On a productive and busy period, military officers were as concise and professional as business managers. But on lazy days such as this one, they were no better than a bunch of middle school girls. Older officers huddled around their meeting tables and gossiped like old women. Subjects ranged from debating about the best wine in the country to what their cats ate and threw back up on their porches. Younger soldiers engaged in heated rounds of gambling, beer-drinking contests and various pointless, silly, yet enjoyable games. In Colonel Mu