There I was, sitting on the town hall steps at three in the blessed morning waiting for the phone to ring. It was important; the call, that is. It was a call coming from the middle of the war, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss it! I missed the last one. My head drooped and before I could come to my senses, the phone had stopped ringing, so I was damned if I was going to miss this call. The phone rang…I leapt for the reciever excited to hear his voice.
‘Hello, This is Colonel Sam. I regret to inform you…’