“Of course I am, boy.” Visser nodded out at the washboard glade, quickly becoming a battlefield. “We’re next. You and I and some of the lads’re the only ones who already faced this enemy.” He glanced at Hanny’s friend Apo, the new color-bearer for the cased Pennsylvania flag. They’d recovered it after all the lancers that overran them were killed. Hanny was glad to have Apo beside him, but was worried about him too. Visser raised his voice. “Any man unafraid to step out there and face those devils has lost his intellects. But fear don’t make you a coward; it makes you a goddamn hero! It’s how
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