Man at War – Excerpt No. 18

There came a blur from behind, followed by the Kraut’s head being turned violently a full three-hundred-and-sixty degrees. Before the body dropped, Murphy realized there was someone else ahead.

Another officer, but this time it was one of his fellow countrymen. The three pips marked on his shoulders marked him as a captain, but there was authority in his bearing that hinted he was intimately familiar with command.

The man had black hair, dark brown eyes, and sunburnt skin. He was surprisingly short, but had a hefty build and looked to be no stranger to violence. His service cap still sits perfectly on his head.

“What—(was that?)” Murphy asked.

a cinematic black and white photo of a desolate No Man's Land at night with thick fog rolling in during WWI, a British officer with a worn service cap stands beside the lifeless body of a German officer, the officer's face is somber with a strong jawline and a furrowed brow, his skin pale in the dim light, the German officer's body lies on the ground, shrouded in fog, with his helmet and rifle nearby, the photography style is dramatic and moody, with deep shadows and muted textures, the fog swirls around the scene, obscuring the devastated landscape, and the only sound is the faint whisper of the wind.

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