Shiver

The guard suppressed a shiver as he climbed down the tower. His shift over, he looked forward to heading back to his billet and burrowing under the covers. They weren't much, but he knew he and the guards had more than the prisoners. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Searchlight duty was safer than combat, and he was grateful for his post. Tonight, Dirksen wondered why he wasn't transferred for his bad timing. Another shiver-this time from fright, rather than the cold; questions could be hazardous and he vowed not to look a gift horse in the mouth.