Man at War – Excerpt No. 45

25 October 2025

“I don’t know, Sir,” Murphy began. “I don’t think they were men.”

The ability to be humble and admit to their ignorance was a good sign. He did not need a zealot that immediately yelled ‘heretic’ or ‘demon’ whenever the unexpected cropped up.

There’s more to it than that. The Sergeant must have also suspected that Marc was also not human.

“Would you include me—(me in that category)?” Marc asked.

“Yes… Sir,” Murphy replied while tensing his jaw muscles.

a cinematic photograph of a British colonel in his late twenties with distinctive horns protruding from his forehead and a long tail draped behind him sits in a cramped and dimly lit dugout with earthen walls and a low wooden ceiling, wearing a worn and tattered British Army uniform complete with a dusty helmet and faded insignia, surrounded by the remnants of war, with a serious expression on his pale skin and piercing blue eyes, set against the bleak backdrop of the Great War, captured in a gritty and realistic photography style with muted earthy colors and deep shadows.

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