761. Eleventh hour

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Word came through to Clayton Ormsby. The war would end at the eleventh hour tomorrow. He was in charge. He was a Captain in the army. No one in the field of action was higher than him.

“We’ll let it lie awhile,” he thought. “Shoot a couple more of the bastards first, and then I’ll say it’s over.”

21 thoughts on “761. Eleventh hour

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks, Cynthia. When I was in Germany, years and years ago, I was shocked at the war memorials. My presumption – I kept thinking, “But they lost the war.” As if the loss of a loved one had anything to do with it…

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