Foxhole

by 'rith



Random drabble. 100 words.




Only later, back on American soil, did either of them dare speak of it.

"Do you think," Alan said, more hesitantly than Jay had ever seen him, "that it was...that the Spear of Destiny made us--"

"No." If Jay was certain of nothing else, he knew *this.* "The Reich is using the Spear to turn heroes evil. Call it stress, call it circumstance, explain it however you want...but what happened, what we did back there, that was *us.*" He held Alan's eyes, needing this to be understood. "I'm not saying it should happen again...but I refuse to regret it."






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