. . .And as the sun sank slowly in the west, the firing died down, and the former enemies momentarily forgot their differences and came together for over a shared bottle of Laphraoig and a communal singing of Lili Marlene. A sleepy silence fell over the battlefield, a silence broken only by a single, whiney monotone, like an approaching shell. . .
"Send me the Godamn file for Christ Sake"