I order the troops to take the brewery.
'Now men,' I intone
from the roof of the bus shelter, tucking my swagger stick
beneath my armpit and marching back and forth,
'I'd never ask you to anything
that I wouldn't do myself gladly,
but let us make no bones -
when the sunrises tomorrow,
some of you will not see it.
Or perhaps you will see two sunrises
sort of out of focus and superimposed on each other.'
A cheer goes up.
We wait for the bus.
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