Antonio opened a bottle of wine, but Winters, having witnessed Major Moritz's situation, avoided alcohol as if it were the plague and stuck to water instead.
Winters carefully reflected on the lieutenant colonel's performance during the meeting today and said, "Actually, I might not make it, Lieutenant Colonel Field was very popular today, and I expect there will be quite a few people applying to his command."
"Do you want to go?" Antonio asked his nephew casually after taking a sip of wine.
Winters nodded vigorously, "Of course, I do."
"Then go for it, it'll be good for some training," Antonio said in a relaxed tone.
Winters' eyes lit up; he understood his uncle's meaning and got a little greedy, "I also have a friend from the cavalry who's applied to go to Lieutenant Colonel Field's, uncle, could you possibly..."
Antonio didn't mind at all, smiling as he said, "Then he should go with you. What's your friend's name?"
"Bard, Gerard's Bard."