[ One of these years, she will be able to eat as liked too. Stop eating meat again - for all she'd gotten used to it in England when it could be afforded. Ridiculous, really, it had been explained to her that their rations had become thin, this was still more than most families in Whitechapel. But soldiers often ate better.
Well, when their commanders cared about them.
She takes the plate with a nod, all the same, and a murmur of thanks, as she begins to eat. Thoughts of homes, however many of them she's had at this point, ignored. Rather just content in the company with the meal. Strange thing too, unthinkable once, outside of her husband, to eat with another man.
Time did that she supposed. Her eyes came up as she wiped at the corner of her mouth absently with her thumb, a tired smile. ] Much. Honest, at least. Though we both know my present state can't be blamed entirely on them.
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Well, when their commanders cared about them.
She takes the plate with a nod, all the same, and a murmur of thanks, as she begins to eat. Thoughts of homes, however many of them she's had at this point, ignored. Rather just content in the company with the meal. Strange thing too, unthinkable once, outside of her husband, to eat with another man.
Time did that she supposed. Her eyes came up as she wiped at the corner of her mouth absently with her thumb, a tired smile. ] Much. Honest, at least. Though we both know my present state can't be blamed entirely on them.