FIERCE
A fierce storm ripped through the camp. Razor-sharp winds cut through rain-soaked clothing. Lightning flashed down from heavy clouds that blotted the sky, and thunder boomed, rattling the windows.
But war didn't stop for storms and Schultz still had a job to do. It was time for lights-out and he had to make sure all the prisoners were present and accounted for.
He approached Barracks Two (always a wildcard) when he saw someone sitting on the roof.
"One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi—"
BOOM.
"Carter!" Schultz cried. "Carter, what are you doing up there?"
"Nothing, Schultz. Just a little homesick."