tales from the front

who goes there? squirrel shouted, mimicking a quick two step, tossing his lit butt to the mud. it was the midnight shift of guard detail in the pouring rain. the road to Berlin had been long and tenuous. there was no reply. squirrel fingered his bolt action Comanche weapon. Halt, he shouted in the drizzle. The rain was indifferent. Squirrel fired a warning shot into the air, his paws shaking. Then Damian emerged from the brush, "fuck mate, you scared me pants off" Damian pronounced. In the faint light of morning Squirrel saw that Damian had been clutching a copy of the latest playboy featuring Marilyn Monroe. He could also see that Damian pants were actually off. "Just trying to steal away some private time, mate" Damian spewed by way of explanation