Liam Jacobs
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Liam Jacobs
"You're doing better."
I had lost another game of chess, I looked over the hill at our half finished Golems.
"How long have we been at this Nathan?"
"Couple months Liam."
I looked at the stumps where my feet should be.
"And we still haven't finished our new golems."
"Metal's hard to get, even scrap metal, and the price of quartz is insane Liam, you know this."
I nodded.
"Of course I know this, I've been making crystals by hand, it's all just rather frustrating."
I looked up and saw a flaming airship go down a ways away. I could hear the screams of the dead and dying germans, the sirens in the distance as ambulances rushed over there. Nathan shook his head.
"The Jerries really need to stop using hydrogen and start using alchemically treated helium like everyone else."
I looked at the board and sighed. I had been so close, I needed to find a way to win.
"Well the biggest producers of Helium are the yanks and they're not exactly willing to trade their supplies by airship. And we're blockading the Hun by sea so they really do not have access to it for the most part."
And checkmate, I sighed as I lost another game.
"Set up the board?"
"You did really good that time, you almost won after all."
I nodded.
"Thank you nathan."
"Think nothing of it."
I turned to look at our golems.
"That isn't going to make them finished any quicker Liam."
"Just frustrated."
Liam took a sip of his now cold coffee.
"We're all frustrated. We spent months empowering poor sods so they can go die meaninglessly in no man's land."
"We gained five inches."
Nathan glared at me.
"Over 2 years of fighting and over a hundred thousand people dead, maimed and wounded, an entire generation of magi dead for five inches...does that seem remotely worth it?"
I turned my head.
"I'm just trying to think positively."
"I'm sorry that this war is positively batty."
I sighed.
"The brits are singing again."
I put on my artificial feet.
"Going to see what they have going?"
"Of course."
Nathan followed me and we saw the british singing around the still burning hun airship.
"Don't they know any songs other then Tipperary?"
I shook my head.
"Be nice to the squadies Nathan or they will steal your stuff and bed your girl."
Nathan looked at me.
"They're squadies. They would do that anyway."
I nodded.
"Yes, but we're all hoping to focus them onto stealing from the hun and bedding their women instead of doing that to us."
A man smiled and waved at us.
"Come on."
We walked to the crash site and saw the Limeys roasting marshmallows over the still burning airship. We were given a small stick and a marshmallow. I saw other soldiers, french, Indian, african, even a couple of people from south china come in. Marshmallows and sticks were handed out and we put them over the fire.
"Silent night, holy night, all is well, all is bright."
I looked and nathan and we smiled. We sung along with the squadies as we roasted our marshmallows. When the song ended I gave him a hug.
"Merry christmas Nathan."
"Merry christmas Liam."
"You're doing better."
I had lost another game of chess, I looked over the hill at our half finished Golems.
"How long have we been at this Nathan?"
"Couple months Liam."
I looked at the stumps where my feet should be.
"And we still haven't finished our new golems."
"Metal's hard to get, even scrap metal, and the price of quartz is insane Liam, you know this."
I nodded.
"Of course I know this, I've been making crystals by hand, it's all just rather frustrating."
I looked up and saw a flaming airship go down a ways away. I could hear the screams of the dead and dying germans, the sirens in the distance as ambulances rushed over there. Nathan shook his head.
"The Jerries really need to stop using hydrogen and start using alchemically treated helium like everyone else."
I looked at the board and sighed. I had been so close, I needed to find a way to win.
"Well the biggest producers of Helium are the yanks and they're not exactly willing to trade their supplies by airship. And we're blockading the Hun by sea so they really do not have access to it for the most part."
And checkmate, I sighed as I lost another game.
"Set up the board?"
"You did really good that time, you almost won after all."
I nodded.
"Thank you nathan."
"Think nothing of it."
I turned to look at our golems.
"That isn't going to make them finished any quicker Liam."
"Just frustrated."
Liam took a sip of his now cold coffee.
"We're all frustrated. We spent months empowering poor sods so they can go die meaninglessly in no man's land."
"We gained five inches."
Nathan glared at me.
"Over 2 years of fighting and over a hundred thousand people dead, maimed and wounded, an entire generation of magi dead for five inches...does that seem remotely worth it?"
I turned my head.
"I'm just trying to think positively."
"I'm sorry that this war is positively batty."
I sighed.
"The brits are singing again."
I put on my artificial feet.
"Going to see what they have going?"
"Of course."
Nathan followed me and we saw the british singing around the still burning hun airship.
"Don't they know any songs other then Tipperary?"
I shook my head.
"Be nice to the squadies Nathan or they will steal your stuff and bed your girl."
Nathan looked at me.
"They're squadies. They would do that anyway."
I nodded.
"Yes, but we're all hoping to focus them onto stealing from the hun and bedding their women instead of doing that to us."
A man smiled and waved at us.
"Come on."
We walked to the crash site and saw the Limeys roasting marshmallows over the still burning airship. We were given a small stick and a marshmallow. I saw other soldiers, french, Indian, african, even a couple of people from south china come in. Marshmallows and sticks were handed out and we put them over the fire.
"Silent night, holy night, all is well, all is bright."
I looked and nathan and we smiled. We sung along with the squadies as we roasted our marshmallows. When the song ended I gave him a hug.
"Merry christmas Nathan."
"Merry christmas Liam."