#wss366 - minister The flash of the missile interceptors lit the battlefield with orange and yellow tones, but enough for Corporal Perez to see the face of the Minister. "Who the hell are you?!" "Captain Singh. Stay put, Corporal. I'm going to administer the last rites to you. As you asked." "You're Indian! Where is O'Shea?" "The last barrage... We have not found all of him yet. And I'm Sikh. I have to hurry, there are a lot of people in bad shape here. I'll understand if you want me to move on." A loud explosion seconded his words. There went the field hospital. "No, no, no, go ahead." He was losing a lot of blood. "Do your thing. Is that motor oil?" "It's the only thing I found...". Singh adjusted his turban. "Oh damn, just do it for Christ's sake! See you on the other side soon." #MicroFiction