FortyThousandMillionBoots

THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT I WILL DESCRIBE THE FINAL GAME THO

'Taint—so—bad—by—day because o' company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again.
                There's no discharge in the war!There's no discharge in the war!
A short game inspoire dby world war one and the cold war, find raytion and hide to survive the constent combing while finding a way to go back, a way to go home if there is still a home at all ome at all