"Trench Warfare" by Otto Dix, 1932

I decided to take matters into my own hands when part of my trench mate’s head landed in my lap.  Most people don’t realize that an arrow can blow apart a man’s skull about as well as a bullet, or even as well as one of those new Pasers.  The enemy was almost as poor as us, and we were fighting in a lo-fund sector, so rumor had it they raided old museums for weapons.  Our bows were newer, but not that great.  I had a hunch the old ones worked better.

And so launches "To Stop a War," available today over at Big Pulp

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