Ruby red, quite an electric flame. Turbo-prop oppression. Lush green canopy
of foliage, the smell of moist canvas, and the sound of tin pots; kindling
being stacked and weapons being cleaned. Innocent grin, as if a
non-combatant. Everything is green and serious.
This piece belongs to Graham, please email him and ask for persmission if you want to put it elsewhere.
