Infantry Captain Neil Andrews in the Western Front with the 1st Infantry Division of the American Expeditionary Force, autumn 1918.
who also writes: " Captain Neil Andrews was the only person Marc had ever met who truly scared him. It was hard to put into words why, for his uniform was just as bloody and soiled as everyone else´s and his face bore the same lines of fatigue and hunger as any other old front hog. But this slender man with thick, fair hair, and eyes that burned gaslight blue, seemed to possess such a an immensity that he could have well been the incarnate of some old Norse God, had he only a long beard and a hammer. He towered over men half a foot taller than him, eclipsing them with his presence, and shrank them with his stare. Marc did not like to look in his eyes, because what he saw there was some otherworldly power, a focus, fueled by anger and perhaps madness, so strong that it could snap out like lightning and immolate anything it touched..."
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