100 Word Challenge.
“James , clear the window!!” George's throat was raw from yelling orders at his battalion all night. Misty sea fog was rolling into the small hot room giving everyone a sigh of relief and relieving it of its dreadful stench. Touching the cold metal of the cannon gave George a sick pleasure as well as the feel of the coarse rope attached to the barrel as he yanked down hard on it. “Fire” yelled James, excited as George was. The thick black ball rolled through the morning light. Almost in slow motion for George, as it made impact with its target.
