“I plan to fight until the end and only then will I return to my Evelyn,” Marc said. “However, there are no guarantees in life. I could have missed my shot and ended up in a werewolf’s stool sample. I could just as likely end up on the wrong side of an artillery barrage.”
“I think I understand, Sir,” Murphy replied. “You want the men to believe they have a chance.”
“Because they do,” Marc said.
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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