Fontaine

Brig. General Pierre Fontaine: "Ummm, that feels good. A little lower. Oui, lower. L'afrique, n'est-ce pas?" The wind blows hard against his freshly shaved face as he emerges fully erect from the bunker. The taste of fresh-squeezed pamplemousse dances on his tongue. Late last night he supped on the flesh of musky, delightful natives. Menage-a-trois? Comment dit ons "menage a quatre?" Refreshed from his sensual feast he matches a Gauloise and awaits the arrival of his superiors. Belching downwind, scratches his crotch and decants his first brandy of the day into a bean tin. To victory, he says to himself and tosses the tin to the raging waters below.