4. For as much as Daniel could focus on the most minute detail of ancient cultures, he really wasn't a detail oriented type of guy. Or at least, details when it involved military paperwork. Granted there was paperwork for paperwork and inefficiency abounded in military work, but Daniel seemed to have made an artform out of avoiding lots of the standard hoops they all had to deal with as part of the job.
Bill still swore Daniel brought up his grandfather to get out of handling all the requisitions before they left the base. Daniel was obviously more familiar with the local currency, but Bill had to handle the money. Of course, this may have been Bill projecting since he hated doing any of the paperwork too, and it felt like he was getting it with more than his share. After he recovered from his pneumonia from that stagnant trap water, he'd discovered while Daniel was laid up with his leg injury, he'd handled all the post-mission paperwork except for Bill's personal report. Bill vowed to buy him a case of those Fifth Avenue bars as a thank you.
5. "Where'd you learn to swim?"
"What?"
They were sitting in the dark, having talked out and worried out everything that could or would happen while in that hut, and probably they should've both drifted to sleep by now, but this question had been bugging Bill. "Where'd you learn to swim? I can't believe how long you held your breath."
"Oh, uh...local Y. I mean, I learned when I was a kid. Made it all the way through lifeguard level on red cross lessons and worked a couple summers at the local pool."
"But...you held your breath for so long..."
"Well, people always say I'm full of hot air, I guess it helped me keep some oxygen in." Daniel nudged him. "It's amazing how often I need to use swimming on missions. What about you? That was a rough haul through that labryinth."
Bill coughed. "I guess desperation brings out all sorts of hidden talents."
Five Observations Part 2
Bill still swore Daniel brought up his grandfather to get out of handling all the requisitions before they left the base. Daniel was obviously more familiar with the local currency, but Bill had to handle the money. Of course, this may have been Bill projecting since he hated doing any of the paperwork too, and it felt like he was getting it with more than his share. After he recovered from his pneumonia from that stagnant trap water, he'd discovered while Daniel was laid up with his leg injury, he'd handled all the post-mission paperwork except for Bill's personal report. Bill vowed to buy him a case of those Fifth Avenue bars as a thank you.
5. "Where'd you learn to swim?"
"What?"
They were sitting in the dark, having talked out and worried out everything that could or would happen while in that hut, and probably they should've both drifted to sleep by now, but this question had been bugging Bill. "Where'd you learn to swim? I can't believe how long you held your breath."
"Oh, uh...local Y. I mean, I learned when I was a kid. Made it all the way through lifeguard level on red cross lessons and worked a couple summers at the local pool."
"But...you held your breath for so long..."
"Well, people always say I'm full of hot air, I guess it helped me keep some oxygen in." Daniel nudged him. "It's amazing how often I need to use swimming on missions. What about you? That was a rough haul through that labryinth."
Bill coughed. "I guess desperation brings out all sorts of hidden talents."
Daniel chuckled. "Tell me about it."