“Private Robertson!”

“Yes sir!”

“Where’s your moustache?”

“It’s under my nose, sir!”

“I can’t see it.”

“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough, sir!”

“I won’t have insolence or insubordination!”

Robertson brazenly drinks some of the captain’s milk, “Here sir!”

“Dismissed, Robertson!!”

Sporting the unit’s best ever (milk) moustache, Sally leaves.

Connell believes that it doesn’t matter if you are male or female: if you’ve got it, flaunt it. Read more of his fractured words right here at 50WS or at paragraphplanet, home.wtd-magazine.com, and postcardshorts.com.