01-11-2011, 01:52 AM
It is night. Iris stands idly, in thought. A passing Private gives Iris a hearty slap on the rear, and says 'Ready for the frontline?'
The Private grins. 'Ready or not, from the looks of things, we'll be in battle by morning. Better getcher shit ready.'
The Private grins. 'Ready or not, from the looks of things, we'll be in battle by morning. Better getcher shit ready.'

