The WDC Olympics: a warmup contest

He threw the yellowing and frayed packet of papers down upon a rickety old field table with a resounding thud then slowly turned to face the man standing slouched against one of the well-worn tent posts. The chevrons of a Sergeant Major were carelessly sewn to the upper sleeve of the man's left buckskin jacket, the right sleeve bearing the faded markings where once another chevron had long since disappeared. The man he faced was clad in the time-polished buckskins of a frontier trapper, and though he constantly resisted any attempts to conform to even a modicum of military dress or bearing, he was considered to be one of the best, if not the best, sergeant majors in the entire Confederate Army.

‘For the last time, will you accept President Jefferson Davis’ offer?” he asked the man, looking directly into his startlingly bright blue eyes. The man's general appearance gave the impression of ignorance, insolence, and nonchalance. But, one quick glance at his eyes shattered those initial impressions to the wind. His gaze held determination, intelligence, a wisp of humor, but above all else dominance. They portrayed a man accustomed to leading other men, a man no one in their right mind would intentionally challenge, a man no one would willingly cross.

First two paragrpahs of Glory II

GLORY II Prologue  (E) The Civil War Battle of Brice's Crossroads. #1497604 by Oldwarrior

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