Church, along with most of the group gathered around him, looked at the Irishmen with a look that by now the kid was likely used too.  That look people gave him when they had no fucking clue of what he had just said.  However as the silence stretched and Church pieced together the sounds Irish had made that were supposed to be English.  He soon realized what had been said, a smile crossing his face as he prepared a witty comment back towards the young lad.  That is before the Sergeant came in and scared the living shit out of most of them.  In all honesty, Church would rather be shot at sometimes rather than be torn down by a Sergeant.<br/><br/>Getting to his bed he saw all the shit that was all over the damn thing.  Books, picture's of other guys girls, mags, a letter he stole from Dawsons pack and was going to read later for kicks.  Add to that he was not dressed right and was late on his shaving, a five o'clock shadow just starting to appear on his feature's.  So when the Sergeant passed his bed, the platoon all got a good kick of seeing him be knocked down more than just a peg.<br/><br/>"Our friend, Sergeant!"  He bellowed with the rest of the platoon, letting a curse out from under his breath when they were finally allowed to return to what they'd been doing.  Church looked at the bed and decided he didn't want to seem eager and would clean it in a little bit.  Unless the Sarge told him to do it now, in which case he would right away.<br/><br/>"You should see the medic.  Way Sarge beat you down like that...Damn." Mint's said with a grin, he along with Church stealing another look at the fine looking piece.  Mint's then smacked Church on the shoulder and went back over to the group they'd been with earlier.  Church stayed at his bed though and pondered just how he could break the ice with the medic.  Then something his old drunk of an uncle said popped into his head, 'Don't over fucking think anything kid.  Especially when it comes to woman.  Just get up off your ass, get your balls in order and go say hi.  Bitch will either say hi back or tell you to fuck off and die.'  Yes, the man had, had a certain way with words.  But despite the vulgarity of the entire memory, he'd been sitting in a recliner with a beer in one hand, scotch in the other, all while wearing a wife beater and jeans, the sentiment remains true.  Over thinking will get you killed.<br/><br/>So doing as his uncle had said, Church got off his ass, got his balls in order and walked over to the medic.  "Hey, I'm Church."  He said leaning against the metal frame of the bed.  "I ahh, haven't caught your name yet."  Wow, that was fucking stupid, he thought to himself.  The idea to abort the mission was well in his mind, but the words of his uncle stayed with him and he decided to stick out it and just see what she said.  Maybe he wasn't acting as stupid as he thought.