Man at War – Excerpt No. 43

“How would you react if a colonel was wandering alone through No Man’s Land?”

Being a direct man, the Sergeant went to open his mouth, but left it there open a quarter of the way. As reason took over he furrowed his brow, tilted his head to the side and took a deep breath.

“I see your point, Sir,” Murphy said.

Marc smiled because the Sergeant exhibited two valuable traits. The first being the ability to react quickly, while the second was to let reason temper his actions.

He had no need for a hothead that runs into the fray. They would invariably get themselves killed and in all likelihood take several men to the grave.

a cinematic black and white photo of a British Sergeant with a determined facial expression, sweaty skin, and a mix of fear and fury in his eyes, running towards the enemy while screaming at the top of his lungs, armed with only a shiny bayonet, under intense fire with bullets whizzing past him, wearing a worn and muddy British Army uniform, puttee leg wraps, and a Brodie helmet, set amidst the devastated and muddy trenches of the Western Front during the Great War, with a blurred background to convey a sense of chaos and motion, captured through a gritty and realistic photography style.

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.