Next in command of the Chateaugay Platoon was Sergeant Zacharias Asher. Sergeant Asher was the totem of a bear. He was barrel chested and had arms the size of a black cherry tree; and his personality was not much smoother than the its bark – – – or his bark for that matter.
Sergeant Asher controlled most of the men with intimidation. He growled and threatened and carried on conversations nose-to-nose. He didn’t do this because he was tough. He did it so that no one would ever challenge him.
His roar was like the thunder of a storm; it was frightening.
But the real danger of a storm is the lightning.
No one wanted to find out if Sergeant Asher could conjure up lightning.