red harvest

Standing on the edge of the green sward I was horrified to see the entire Das Henchen division cresting the ridge.
Fat red landser hens moved swiftly amid the grasses.
Ambling bantams secured the perimetre in the hedgerows.
Within minutes the field was theirs.
Behind them came the famed rooster Generaloberst Timon Von Fathens, assured and arrogant with a measured tread and no fear of any enemy.
"I've got to stop reading Anthony Beevor books," I moaned tragically.