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The commander looked out over the field. It was bad. He had lost many of his men to the enemy and those that remained were scattered. There was no way for him to send orders unless they managed to regroup.

He left his command post. He would have to go out there himself, and lead by example.

He kept low, sticking to the cover. He had to stay low, or his dark clothes against the snow would make him an easy target. The enemy had set up an outpost nearby, and he would have to take them out personally before he could get anywhere near his men.

There they were. Two of them. They were looking the other way- they weren’t expecting him. He had a clear shot at the backs of their heads, but he would have to be quick to take out both of them.

He crouched and took aim.

The first shot was easy. He hit the enemy right in the back of the head. The second turned quicker than expected, but his aim was true, and he claimed another headshot.

He ran up to the enemy’s outpost, looking out over the low wall to see if he could spot his men.

It was not as overwhelming as he thought; there were only two of them left and he had one man still standing.

He worked his way across the field on his hands and knees, and joined up with his comrade. Together they crept through cover, sneaking up on their enemies and taking them out.

The commander rejoiced.

“We did it!”

He stood up and raised his arms in victory.

His celebration was interrupted by something cold hitting him in the back of his head. As he turned, the snow dripped down inside the back of his jacket.

“Why?” He stared unbelieving at his comrade, who stood there with a smile, gathering another snowball in his hands. “We’re supposed to be on the same side!”

The boy shrugged. “It was funny,” he said, and he threw another snowball at his playmate.

© Kari Fay