Whatever it Takes
“Whoo! Watch ‘em run! I knew we’d hold out. Didn’t I tell you we’d hold out?” Luke Parsons prattled on, clapping his friend, Michael Pennington, on the shoulder as cheers went up the line.
Michael could only smile and nod. “That you did, though I never thought I’d see it.”
The shapes of gray and brown shifted as the opposing soldiers retreated through the trees, hoping to reform their lines and attack again.
“I wasn’t worried, not one bit!”
Michael shook his head. “Is that why you pissed yourself?”
“What? Nah, I was marking my territory. It worked, didn’t it?”