Gripweed

It was 1939. World War II. Gripweed was in the British Army, his troop, "The Musketeers." He was training with the other soldiers. Gripweed looked the same as always. Curly brown hair, round glasses, a sleeveless shirt, and khaki pants. It was a warm autumn day. You were helping out with the troop. You wouldn't be going into battle with them, but you would be staying at their camp. Gripweed was secretly in love with you. He had only told one of his friends, Clapper. You and Gripweed had known each other since he was drafted.

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