The arrow landed just next to my mp3 player.
"We're under attack!?" I said, incredulously.
The old hand shook his head.
"Relax greenhorn. This arrow has been going back and forth over No Person's Land for decades now. There's a bow in the mess hall, go get it."
I fetched the bow, but when I came back I ran. Thus I saw him trying to hide the message in the arrow.
Triumphantly, I grabbed it and looked at what I was sure was a code.
"You sunk my battleship!
B8"
I gave it back to a spy, I learned later.
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