Better a bald head than no head at all. - Austin O'Malley

He walked down the path between the barracks - American barracks, thank God - and adjusted his cap yet again. The sooner the better, of course. But it was the only way to get rid of the lice, and he was grateful for that.

He stopped at the bar of the Officer's Club, ordering a beer, leaning back and looking around as he waited. He'd like something stronger, and more than just the one, but not yet. Doctor's orders. Just like the steak he'd prefer over the bland food he was restricted to. But what the hell.


He spotted Hannibal and Murdock at a table, grabbed his beer and sauntered over. A couple guys walked past, grinning.

"Hey, Baldy, welcome back!"

He grinned back. Ribbing was okay. Better than rifle butts.

Yeah, the hair would grow back. There were worse things in life.