6
Glenn
With a horrible headache, Glenn dressed and followed the other soldiers to the canteen. Last night had been wild. After one too many drinks in the Café de Paris, he’d had a quick shag in the bushes, before he’d somehow stumbled back to the barracks.
After downing huge quantities of coffee and equally huge amounts of donuts, the hammering in his head slowly became bearable. Looking up, he recognized one of the guys he’d played basketball with the day before.
“Hey, Glenn, what are you up to?” Ryan asked.
“Nothing much.”
“You up for teaching basketball to some kids?”
“Not really, I’d rather nurse my hangover and sleep all day.” Under normal circumstances Glenn never refused an opportunity to play his favorite game, and teaching kids was something he enjoyed immensely. But his h
