East of Turin, Italy June 3, 1944
"Jaroshek, get over here, the company XO wants you...."
The corporal brushed some dirt off his uniform. He and four other men had spent the night in a listening post a few hundred yards in front of the company. There might have been a German patrol bumbling out in the darkness, but it could have been a large animal or two as well. He was not sure. He was sure enough to have used the field telephone to call in a report, but not sure enough to ask for mortars or artillery. The patrol had been relieved an hour before dawn and he had made it back to the main position twenty minutes ago. Ten minutes was taken up by reporting to to his LT and the old man. Five minutes was spent shitting out the remains of yesterday's rations while the most recent five minutes was spent with a cup of lukewarm coffee with too much cream and not enough sugar. He had been planning on getting a bite to eat and then an hour or two of sleep unless the Germans shelled the company. They seldom did that. The redlegs and the fly-boys were too good at sending back counter-hate. He made his way to the communication trench and his long legs ate up ground as he went to find the XO.
The XO, his LT and the platoon sergeant were all in the company CP, a twelve foot by eleven foot hole in the ground with a few radios and several field telephones connections.
"Corporal, you're out of uniform"
He looked at the XO funny. He was not a bullshit artist. But this was not usual behavior. He stood still and then snapped a salute while coming to attention.
"Sir, Corporal Jaroschek reporting as ordered"
The XO smiled as he responded, "I was looking for Sergeant Jaroshek"
The XO then extended his hand and offered him a rank badge with three chevrons.
"At ease sergeant... we're losing McNeil, so you're getting 3rd squad over in the 1st platoon and we're bumping Shannahan to your old position... congratulations... and the promotion is backdated to April, so you'll see a bump in your pay soon"
The newly minted sergeant smiled --- a 20% raise for doing the same exact thing he had been doing was not a bad morning. Now if he could just find more coffee or a nap.