That’s when the situation really got out of hand. O’Reilley was not alone, there was another soldier with him, a Hun officer by the looks of him. The helmet with a brim at both ends and that distinctive spike at the top was pretty much all he needed to make that determination.
If that was not disturbing enough, this officer was necking the private who despite heavy blood loss appeared to moan in pleasure. What am I looking at?
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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