Care to meet me in Bladenburg? *grins evilly*
This is so true:
A member of the Nighthawk company heads back to the barracks after an exhausting eighteen hours in the front. He smiles as thoughts of a warm bed percolate through his mind. The soldier sighs with relief as he turns the doorknob to the barracks, then angrily shouts, "What the fuck? Who put a lock on this thing?"
The sound of the futile pounding of mail on wood echoes throughout the courtyard of the Keep.
Alpha Corps are *still* waiting for keys to their barracks :/.