“A Christmas party?” Edward stood, looking perplexed. “That’s the reason you called me in?”
“Yes. The military is holding their annual Christmas party here at Central. The date will be December 30th from 6 p.m. to midnight. While not required, all Amestrian Military personnel are prompted to attend,” Mustang said, sitting behind the oak desk occupying his inner office. He leaned forward in his seat. “Except for you, Fullmetal. The Fuhrer himself has asked that you prepare and present a speech for this event.”
Edward scoffed. “So, it’s already been decided that I have to go.” He turned to leave. “Well, I sure as hell am not going. Have someone else give the speech.”
“Wait”, Mustang interceded, “You’re still searching for a way to restore your brother’s body, right?” Ed’s footsteps faltered, coming to a stop. “Well, I just happen to have recently received files on an individual in Yoxeqa. The townspeople say he managed to bring his daughter back from the dead. Sounds familiar, now doesn’t it Fullmetal.”
Ed’s neck swiveled to see Mustang holding up a manila folder, a smirk plastered to the Colonel’s face. Ed groaned. “I get it, I get it. Equivalent exchange and all that. Fine”, he scowled, “I’ll go to the stupid party. Just give me the damn information.”
Mustang held out the files for him to take. Ed strode back to the Colonel and snatched them out of his hands, glaring at him as he did so. Onyx eyes just stared back, a smug smile dancing on his lips. He huffed and tried to get out of the room, away from the manipulative bastard. He was halfway out the door when Mustang called out to him.
“Oh, and Fullmetal?” He pushed back his chair and stood up, moving over to where Ed stood. Mustang loomed over him. It was probably just to try t...
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...lphonse added. “We’ll get your arm and leg back too.”
“Yeah,” Ed agreed. “Once Mustang’s dumb military party is done and finished, we can take a train right over and investigate this some more.”
“Hey, brother? You mentioned that before too. The party, that is.”
“Oh yeah,” Ed responded, “The military’s having a party to celebrate Christmas and they’re making me go. I have to say a speech. I don’t get why they picked me, but hell, if I have to.” Ed pointed at Al, “And you’re coming with me. It’s not fair if only one of us has to be bored out of their mind.”
“Can Winry come too?” Al asked eagerly.
“Winry?”
“She called earlier to say she’s coming to Central. She said she has to check your automail since you never do your maintenance.”
“My automail’s just fine!” Ed yelled angrily. “I don’t need her coming over to nag me all the time. I can take care of myself just fine!”
"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch" Lieutenant Colonel Korn said as he opened the door and invited himself in. "Look, I got this letter, and it's bad news" Lieutenant Colonel Korn stated looking at Cathcart blankly.
The Chief's face shifted in thought processing my concern, before suddenly coming to a realization, "Oh, right you are my boy!" He said enthusiastically "Wait just a moment !" With that he rushed over to his desk, and began digging around while I and Henry shared an uncomfortable
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It was the evening of Christmas, 1776. The voice of an army sergeant shouted, “Everybody, up this instant! We’ve got a battle to win!” George Washington’s order awoke us soldiers, and we prepared for a rough night, as General Washington knew it would be more than strenuous to get the Continental Army, made up of 2,400 men, across the Delaware River especially in such harsh weather conditions. The plan was to attack in the morning since the Hessians would be celebrating Christmas tonight, they will hopefully be too tired to put up a fight tomorrow morning. The cold, brisk air intruded into the tent, as the rest of the soldiers arose from their slumber, not knowing what the day would bring them, or should I say, night.
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"The person said something bad occurred at Sally's, and I should hurry. I hope one of those—those malfunctions she’s always helping didn’t hurt her. You know how she is. Everyone’s tried to warn her, but she won't listen."
(1) ** I remember to have been so entirely absorbed by what was happening that I could hardly turn my thoughts to anything else. Like many of my friends, I was dominated by the feeling that at last the great opportunity for giving the German people the liberty which was their birthright and to the German fatherland its unity and greatness, and that it was now the first duty of every German to do and to sacrifice everything for this sacred object. We were profoundly, solemnly in earnest. **
Christmas to me is a celebration, which includes spending time with my family, decorating the entire house, inside and out, and shopping, for the people I love. Doing this with the people I love is what means the most to me. Spending Christmas with my family is very important to me. We usually gather and celebrate at my parent’s house, in East Tennessee. My husband, our three children, and myself travel from California. My two sisters, their husbands, and children come from a nearby town, for our celebration.
December 25 is the time of year that everyone celebrates, but does not know the true meaning of this day. Christmas is my favorite holiday because it is the time of year for loving, giving, and remembering who this holiday is for.
I love Christmas. I think it is the most wonderful day of the year.When my calander mark December 26 butterflies flutter around my stomach and I feel like a kid in the candy store . I love this day so much because I eat delicious food, see my family, and receive presents.