Swords into Paintbrushes - a story for my Summer Giraffe Call

Written to siliconshaman' prompt here to my Summer Giraffe Call.

My apologies for mangling any and all military terminology!


“Sir..” Uther Lafenne’s aide-de-camp stepped into the general’s tent with a worried frown creasing his forehead and twisting his lips.

Lafenne sighed. The new aide had only been here a week. He’d hoped this one wouldn't spook off so quickly.
“One of the gunners?” he guessed. “Probably west flank position, so… Yorner.”

The aide’s eyes were wide. “Yessir. Gunner Yorner put down his gun and… sir, he refused to shoot. He started, um, drawing in the dust on the ground, sir. And that’s all.”
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