“I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.” Joe spooned the cold rations into his mouth, thinking this might be the last of such nourishment and he might as well try to enjoy it. “Not my mother’s Irish stew, eh, Jack?” Both men were tired and sore from sleeping on rocky soil.
“Brave is what you have to be to eat this!” Jack threw the container into his knapsack and decided to wait till supper time to eat it. It did give basic nutrition of sorts, but he wanted to wait as long as he could before eating it. “You’d think we would be better fed, but I guess we should consider ourselves lucky to have this!” The two had been on patrol in a nearby village where even children were starving.
“Those wee kids are the brave ones.”