“What were your names again?” said Dallas.
“Private Kim, sir,” said the first man, standing stiff with a crisp salute.
“And I’m Private Walid,” said the second doing the same.
Dallas stopped, and turned around to appraise them for a couple of moments, as he towered over them. “How much combat experience have you had?”
Kim looked confused. “In real life, or simulation, sir?”
Dallas shook his head and kept walking.
It started as a small short story, a military science-fiction story, but has now reached 20,000 words and is about 75% done. I’m hoping to self-publish it soon. I don’t expect to make any money, I just enjoyed writing the story so far and would like to finish it.