The Blunt Mirror

“Who was it who had the bright idea to use sunlight hares in the attack?” The General asked impatiently. “Hares, sir?” The adjutant hid his amusement. Although the General was only beginning to gray about the temples and the nose hairs, dementia was surely not far off. “There was a figure on a hill. OutflankingContinue reading “The Blunt Mirror”