# THE FRONT: PART 10

Author: Pellicius
Tags: Rain, Trenches, world war one

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; The rain continued, pouring down in a seemingly endless shower. &nbsp;It was cold and even Scott's thick fur wasnt doing much to help keep him warm. &nbsp;He was worried, he didn't want Wynter to die, if he did then he would become a sergeant, and Scott dreaded that form of responsibility. &nbsp;He would probably just get everyone, himself included, killed. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; "Sir, Sergeant Wynter is requesting your presence." &nbsp;Scott nodded, it was Private Baker, a squirrel who had been in the army since the beginning of the war, yet had mysteriously never risen past the rank of private. &nbsp;Scott nodded and walked up the trench to where he knew Wynter's dugout was. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Wynter was sitting on the steps of a parapet, shivering slightly in the rain and looking miserable. &nbsp;However, he sat up when he saw Scott approaching and banished the discomfort and misery from his expression. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; "Good for you to arrive corporal." &nbsp;Scott nodded and shifted, unsure of what Wynter wanted from him. &nbsp;There was a silence for a second, then Wynter unpinned his brass Sergeant's stripes from his right shoulder and held them out to Scott.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; "Sir?" &nbsp;Asked Scott, startled, why was Wynter handing over command, was he already that sure of his own death? &nbsp;Wynter looked unperturbed, and when Scott made no move to take them, he merely pinned them onto Scott's left shoulder.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Scott didn't move, Wynter outranked him and refusing his offer could count as disobeying an order, something that could end an officer's career instantly. &nbsp;Wynter clapped Scott on the shoulder and stood up, a little sadness showing on his face.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; "It's inevitable, Corporal, nobody survives very long in the trenches." &nbsp;Scott didn't know what to say, Wynter had completely accepted that the raid was going to kill him. &nbsp;Scott looked down at his shoulder and looked at Wynter's Sergeant's stripes and felt a little pang of sadness. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; For a moment Scott was tempted to chase after Wynter, but then he remembered the promise that he had made himself in the hospital and steeled himself. &nbsp;Then he carefully unpinned his Corporal's stripes and moved the Sergeant's stripes to his right shoulder. &nbsp;Wynter was down the trench, talking to the three anthros he would be taking with him on the raid. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Scott sighed and wondered if he could lead a squad. &nbsp;Looking over the twelve anthros that he would be commanding if Wynter died. &nbsp;He felt a twinge of doubt in his stomach and trudged back up the trench.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART ELEVEN...

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