>>2038844Comfort item? In WWII we were given some comfort items. We would gather around the fire and pick the brains of our fallen comrades from our uniforms and stitch together whatever wound that could be stitched together as we tried to drown out the cries and screams from the mortally wounded.
I still remember the smell of the coffee. The taste of the chocolate. The soothing drag on the cigarette. They say smoking kills but I honestly don't think I could've survived without them...
>inb4 fag 