Today's OneWord: Colonel

The colonel had returned to the outpost by the time the sun went down, her hat tucked under her arm as she patrolled, her rifle slung in a sloppy slant across her back. I was sitting on a loose plank beside the abandoned barracks, drinking greedily from a bottle and wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve, when she approached me, red coat billowing in the wind.

"Use a napkin, for Christ's sake," she scowled.

"Oh. Sorry."