The December 7th prompt, as assigned by silvermouse:
Murray and another soldier who are both old friends of Watson come over and visit.
She poured the tea as they told their tales,
Stories of daring men gone to war
Of hours crouched in the muck
And nights spent caught in smoke and cards
Of battles with tokens of bullets exchanged
And nights spent in bloody, feverish disturb
Of comradery, bravery of friends
And nights with one more life saved
Apologies for my unceremonious vanishing off the face of the earth. Currently drowning in an odd combination of Dickens and web design as the semester draws to a close. Hoping to catch up very soon. Oy.
