The Alliance

Soldier, Old, War, Honor, Victory

No-nonsense General Dee looked up from his papers at the spectacle of the pavonine Generalissimo Muwati’s arrival.  Dee ran a calloused hand over his crew-cut before wiping it on well-worn fatigues.  His counterpart stopped and clicked the heels of his knee-length patent leather boots, which caused his eleven rows of decorations to rattle beneath his silk-lined cape.  Muwati removed his ostrich-plumed headdress and saluted.  Dee shook his new allies’ hand and wondered what the politicians had got him into this time.

Padre in 81 words

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