Ficlet: "The Desert's Quiet; Cleveland's Cold." Prompt: War

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Mr. Giles ordered in again. Sweet and Sour Something or other. He couldn't quite seem to give a damn far enough in advance to shop and cook these days. Anyhow it saved the washing up. He was meant to be researching something. Sod all that mattered. Rearranging deckchairs. Vitally important dust catchers for the Archives. Charitable employment for a useless old veteran. Out to pasture.

( Quiet )