Death Before Dishonour
  • Leituras 566
  • Votos 40
  • Capítulos 10
  • Tempo 1h 31m
  • Leituras 566
  • Votos 40
  • Capítulos 10
  • Tempo 1h 31m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mai 27, 2016
With a knife held to your throat most people will say anything that will save their ass.
But not me.
You see I'm a devil dog and us devil dogs do not crack so easily.
This was my third deployment and it was the only one where we'd really had much bother. But when things kicked off shit really hit the fan.

"Just tell us what we want to know and you'll be free to go."
"Go...to...hell."

I would not rat out my comrades, I would not let down my country, I would not fail in my mission. My mouth will remain shut until they let me go or I do, either one works for me. Three simple words are all I have to keep me going but they're doing their job.

Death Before Dishonour.
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