Man at War – Excerpt No. 41

21 October 2025

“Sir,” Murphy said as he knocked on the doorframe. Minus the door.

“Ah, Sergeant Murphy,” Marc said in a warm voice. “Have you considered my offer?”

“So it was you?” Murphy confirmed.

The Sergeant was not the first man to wonder, but was one of the few to act on it. Most simply chose not to question the disconnect and move on. He knows when to push back.

“It was,” Marc replied.

“You’re a Colonel?”

“I am,” Marc replied who saw where this was headed.

“You were a captain?” Murphy asked.

a cinematic photograph of a British Sergeant in his late twenties with a strong jawline and worn expression, dressed in a muddy and worn British army uniform, is having a serious conversation with a British Colonel in his late twenties with a stern face and piercing eyes, also dressed in a British army uniform, albeit cleaner and more formal, in a dimly lit office crammed into a dugout with wooden beams and muddy walls, the atmosphere tense and solemn, with maps and military documents scattered across a wooden desk, the clothing and location meticulously detailed to the Great War era, captured in a realistic and dramatic photography style with muted earthy colors and deep shadows.

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.