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[thefirststark]

Three days ago, Howard awoke to the news the invasion had begun. D-Day. At last.

In the hours and days since, it's been hard to keep focused on SSR business. He - and everyone else at the base - is anxious for news of the Allies' advance. And for news of the Howling Commandos. For the moment, HYDRA seems less important. Despite at least four lectures from Colonel Phillips reminding the staff otherwise.

And all the while, Howard finds himself wondering about Stark Aviation's contributions. Bombers and transport planes carrying paratroopers. Despite the company name, landing craft. Even parachutes. He knows it will be weeks or months till he learns how well all materials with his name on them fared. But that doesn't make him feel less anxious.

So once again, Howard treats to the Bar. This time, he gets a drink and then heads outside. Into the quiet and sunshine. The gloom of England and the distant rattle of war are, if not forgotten, diminished for the time being.

Comments

[scurlock]

"I offered to git a healthy-sized flock of 'em for a woman here who has a world where there ain't any good animals left," Doc explains. "Her version of things has war destroyin' everything with some sorta bombs that poisoned all the water and the land with radiation. Things are finally startin' to recover and I told her I could find some healthy stock for her to take back to her world, set up an operation."

[thefirststark]

"Ah. I wasn't aware anyone raised any livestock here. That's all." He thinks he knows who the man is referring to. Someone he talked with when he first arrived. "Not that I know much about animal husbandry."