It wasn't until Winters stuffed the bread into Buba's hand that he snapped back to reality. He still stood there, grinning foolishly. But he didn't move to eat it, just looked at the bread in his hand and then towards Centurion Taylor.
Sergeant Taylor nodded with a stern face.
Only then did Buba, as if he had found a treasure, hurriedly stuff all the white bread into his mouth, chewing with a look of joy on his face.
He was so greedy, he stuffed too much bread into his mouth at once and started coughing, still smiling foolishly even as he coughed.
The coarse bread, which had been sitting for a few days, instantly sucked all the moisture from his mouth. Winters said with a bitter smile, "Is there a spare cup? I need some soup."
"Use mine," said Sergeant Taylor, expressionless as he dug out his cup, wiped it with a clean handkerchief, and filled it with hot soup for Winters.