COMRADE BRUCE WILLIAMS (Story By Jack)

I could smell something burning; no guess just a firm answer someone was smoking . There was a figure in the distance it looked big and bulky hiker preparing for a holiday in excessively cold mountains. I was wrong it was a soldier dressed in green and gray boots laced tight, his gun clasped to his waist standing proud and tall.

He had a recently shaven beard which looked like the barbs on a cactus he had thick black grass like eyebrows and a wide ginger moustache with grey pinstripes everywhere and crew-cut like hair hidden under a large camo-helmet.

It was not a welcoming look he was not at all stooped or leaning back in laziness he was a firm soldier  standing proud and saluting to his leader. He was wearing a thick grey vest with six pockets in total and a strap which had stored eight grenades in total and a pistol. This soldier is Comrade Bruce Williams. I could still smell that smoke