“Squat and drop”, Sarge always says. I have it down to a science. All I need is twenty seconds to pinch a loaf, but the Germans wouldn’t even give me that on Christmas Eve. I’m caught with my pants down. Literally.

The German made one mistake, though. Although, he caught me bare-assed, he hasn’t chambered a round. The click of the Kraut bolt action makes my hole pucker as I dive for my rifle.

I skitter on butt, with my boxers around my ankles, as I take aim. In that split second, a milli0n thoughts run through my head.