“Since when do they send the officers into combat?” A snot nosed private said to his sergeant.
Marc turned around and flashed a warm smile, while bringing the bloody head forward dangling from its thick fur. The sight of that open maw immediately made the private’s eyes go wide.
“Would you rather be dealing with this, Private?” Marc asked.
“No, Sir,” the private said, after clearing the proverbial frog from his throat.
When Marc turned back to head towards the line, he heard the sergeant slap him upside the head. The rest was colourful, a poignant lesson on reserving the comments until officers were well out of earshot.
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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