The Ensign had finished his whiskey and took another glass. He had not eaten before the patrol with the fear of throwing up what he had while flying, so he quickly started to feel the buzz in his head.
“It’s a real shame about the food rations. But... this drink... is good.” He sat silently for the most part, listening to the murmurs of his fellows, enjoying the sense of relaxation he didn’t feel since the boot camp.
