[ The town of Luxembourg had taken a very anti-confrontational stance. While it was obvious they cared little for the Nazi occupation drifting toward the town, they did not seem too inclined toward the British and American soldiers balanced on the opposing border. For the most part the town had erected a wall in attempt to keep any sort of occupation out-- be it Axis or Allies. This was, of course, irritating if not understandable to the Allied troops. Charles could imagine he wouldn't want any sort of soldier coming and taking up the rooms in his home to fight a war that could ruin what he's got-- but int he same respect food and warm beds are scarce and he's hardly a soldier.
At least that's the reasoning he gives when he slips into the city-- he's got a bit of cash-- though he's not sure how inclined they'll be toward British currency-- he figures it can't hurt to try. He might look out of place in his uniform, but charming smile and a wave-- acting as if he belonged seemed to do the trick. Not to mention in his many walks around the boarder he had managed to make friends with many of the shop-keeps of the town, their own keeping watch. Back home he wondered idly how his sister was, their usual Valentines day tradition interrupted by the cloying grasp of war. He was curious to see if he could try and send her a card through the post-- it would be late, but that was better than nothing, he supposed. A glance cast to the opposing boarder as he neared it-- not enough to be seen, he wasn't an idiot, wondering at the mass of troops he knew where settled on the other side. A twist in his gut was all he needed to tell him to duck inside the nearest shop-- that was somewhere he needn't go. ]
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At least that's the reasoning he gives when he slips into the city-- he's got a bit of cash-- though he's not sure how inclined they'll be toward British currency-- he figures it can't hurt to try. He might look out of place in his uniform, but charming smile and a wave-- acting as if he belonged seemed to do the trick. Not to mention in his many walks around the boarder he had managed to make friends with many of the shop-keeps of the town, their own keeping watch. Back home he wondered idly how his sister was, their usual Valentines day tradition interrupted by the cloying grasp of war. He was curious to see if he could try and send her a card through the post-- it would be late, but that was better than nothing, he supposed. A glance cast to the opposing boarder as he neared it-- not enough to be seen, he wasn't an idiot, wondering at the mass of troops he knew where settled on the other side. A twist in his gut was all he needed to tell him to duck inside the nearest shop-- that was somewhere he needn't go. ]