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Interlude to get into the spirit of things
Grant and the Lieutenant looked up as the Colonel entered the tent, a sour expression on his face. "C Company, what's left of them, just dragged themselves back in. According to reports, Reich Stag is out there..." the Colonel said. Grant didn't hesitate, merely grabbed his helmet and headed for the tent flap.
"Where are you going?" the lieutenant asked, incredulous. "Didn't you hear him?" Grant turned to look the lieutenant in the eyes.
"I suddenly had a hankerin' for venison," he said simply.
"BUt Reich Stag has a dozen heroes hanging from his antlers! yoou can't go after him alone."
"Lieutenant, I am something of a Western omelet. I got white, red, brown and black man's blood running through my veins," Grant said, Then he squinted his eyes, and added, "But I ain't got no yeller." Turning to the Colonel, he said, "Tell the boys it's venison for dinner, Sir." Then he was gone in a salute...