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!
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