“You’re a minute late, Private.”
“Actually, sir, I arrived on time.”
“Are you trying to smart-mouth me, Private?” Buddy wasn’t in the mood for any lip from a young snot-nose, especially after the day of fighting he’d just been through.
“Sir, no sir!” snapped the private, coming to stiff attention.
Buddy jerked the package from his hands.
“Dismissed!”
He didn’t have the energy to reprimand the private too much. Besides, tension had been high all day among the troops. He tossed the package from hand to hand.
Strange.
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