cigarette, while I was being fucked legless by Franz.

Later on that day the Orderly Officer called me over. "I have good news and bad news; we have got the Centurion out, but the wall of the barn can't be repaired until Friday. I have, therefore, agreed to the farmer's request that you continue your night guarding at the farm until Friday. That's not a problem, is it soldier?"

"No Sir," I replied. "No problem at all."