Colonel White sat behind his desk in his new office. He would rather be in the field than in garrison, but this wasn"t all bad. Outside he could hear the bugler sounding morning mess and knew that his cook would be bringing him breakfast soon. He looked up just as Gibbs was going to knock, “Come on in. Have you had breakfast yet?”
“No, I was hoping you"d make an offer.”
“Gilroy!” Gilroy appeared at the door, “Yes, sir.”
“Go to the cook and tell him to fix a plate for the colonel.”
“Yes, sir,” said Gilroy and rushed off to the cookhouse.
“Have a seat Gibbs, have I got a story to tell you!”
“You met a beautiful lass and she swept you off your feet,” laughed Gibbs.
“Well someone got swept off their feet, but it sure wasn"t me.”
Over breakfast, White filled Gibbs in the last night"s ha
