The lander’s wife:
My husband served in the landing. I suggested to go on August 2 to one of his friends (co-workers, to another city), to mark so to say in a human way.

I'm tired of you wanting to send me out for a while?

I: You know, better not go anywhere, stay with me, I will be quieter.

husband: - ah, the only holiday in the year, when you can rest with men, and you "do not ride".

This is what to say to him?

Is he a landslide that makes sense to speak to him? Order him to land with food and alcohol in the zone of the Allied troops for subsequent capture of nearby fountains.