Every squad in the trenches had the weird one. Most of the time, it was the one who was trying to get out of the war. But we had Private Janeway.
He had a look in his eye that seemed to always be staring at a point two feet behind you, he got letters written in what I hoped was red pen from home, and he had a grenade from the enemy on his belt at all times. 'To take out the one responsible', he repeatedly claimed.
That turned out to be our squad leader when Janeway took a bullet.
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