Avery dodged a straight punch from the German soldier and sent one of his own which he blocked with his forearm. They exchanged blows like this for a few moments, getting a hit in every other punch or so. Eventually they ran out of stamina and stood there staring at each other out of breath and breathing hard as if they were going to swallow all of the oxygen in the air around them.
Avery took a good long look at the German's face. He had the look of someone who had already experienced suffering. Perhaps he was a Veteran of the Great War. Or perhaps he lived in a very rough and tumble neighborhood and seen some things. Avery never experienced that kind of life, but he'd heard about it. Boys who grew up in the ghettos and experienced the first fight when they were kids, only to experienc
