Snippet #795581

There was a spark and a fire bloomed to life, lighting up the dark and exposing a rough looking man. He was in his early thirties with a thin wiry body and a rough beard. The fire enhanced the effect his scar had on the other features of his face. He then started to cough in a fit as the smoke blew into his face. He scrambled to the opposite side of the fire. He straightened out and sighed. With his luck, he was grateful he didn't explode into flames himself. He then took a swig of the flask in his hand. He had used the contents to light the fire easily, although hated wasting good whiskey.

He walked towards and leaned against the tree to think about what had transpired the past couple of days. He had gotten a notice about being "Recruited" into something or another. Half surprised the notice actually found him, he decided to see what was going on and followed it. Perhaps this army could use his experience. Maybe he can make it out of this one relatively unscathed. Only one way to find out... Tomorrow he will see what plays out.

"Say it once,
Say it twice,
Take a chance,
Roll the dice." He roughly sang. It was the tune Zulu company sang before a battle.