“Gordons?”
“My predecessor. I can only hope to live up to his shining example.”
“But … you can't. Our plans for the push, man!”
“Oh, I'll be fine,” said Semper. “And if I don't come back General McTavish can always cancel the offensive. I'm sure the men would appreciate it. Mass s*******r must be so bad for morale.”
Ignoring Featherstone's enraged shouts, Semper climbed the ladder and began the walk towards enemy lines.
It occurred to him, as he worked his way through the churned and pitted mud, that these were quite possibly his last few moments on Earth. That these were the last few thoughts he'd ever think. He wondered how his death would come. If he trod on a mine or if a shell landed nearby that would be that. There wouldn't be enough pieces left of him to fill a bucket. A clean
