Tom

I didn’t enlist to be a scout; I thought I’d spend my time as a soldier sitting around a campfire eating beans. I don’t know; some men like the excitement, but not me. Some men don’t mind getting themselves killed. Not me. Maybe that meant I took fewer risks; I thought things thorough; I did all the checks I could think of. Before I crept into the woods, I knew when the redcoats would take a piss. They were as predictable as you or me, differing only by who gave them orders.