It created challenges for the sergeants to keep the soldiers in line, but there was no better alternative. Sometimes the decisions he made, like frequenting a local tavern with his men, fell into a grey area, but soldiers needed more than discipline.
A young and busty brunette came along with a fresh bottle of wine. As was the custom, he took the first sip before deciding whether to accept or reject the bottle. Tonight he noted several peculiar stares from the rank and file. Not exactly making me feel at ease…
“Merci, that will do,” Marc said. “Please leave the bottle.”
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