“On your toes, comrades! The enemy borders are leaky, their defenses are down, the field is ripe & wide open. Their blood is half toxins, half hatred. This is the perfect time to attack,’’ spit out their chief.
“Will you be watching our backs?” enquired one of the young ones.
“Certainly not, kiddo. It’s war, not a picnic. Each one for himself. That’s how we succeed over and over.”
The youngest recruit juggled the duffel bag, “Why aren’t we allowed to carry munchies? I feel hungry on these missions.” Continue reading