Boy Brigade Rank [work] Instant

He had three seconds. Maybe two.

He looked down at his own buckle. Tarnished. Scratched. He’d found it on a corpse two winters ago. Tied to it with a frayed bootlace was a single, dented whistle. The whistle of a Brigade Captain. Eli had never blown it. To blow it was to claim command, and command meant making choices that got other boys killed. boy brigade rank

“Captain.”