My heart started pounding like a jackhammer in an earthquake. I was no coward. I did my bit for flag and country, killed more than a few Krauts during my time in France. But I'd prefer trying to pluck out the Fuhrer's mustache with a pair of rusty tweezers rather than square off against Vic Stane. You'd stand a better chance of reasoning with a rabid dog. Stane was so scary, ghosts sat around campfires and told stories about him.
The guido smiled. After I punched him and he spit a couple of his teeth out, he wasn't smiling anymore...
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Praise where I think it's due, that's all. Another great end line Christopher.