“Weir, you know a little French. Why is everyone calling us pwa-loos?” “Les poilus. It, uh, means ‘the hairy guys.’” “Just like back home, man.” “Plus ça change. Hey, Jer?” “Yeah, man?” “Seeing the world is fun and all, but it’s much better when you do it with your friends.” “Don’t get sentimental on me.” … Continue reading And A Friend I Love At Hand