My entry for Madison Woods‘ 100 word Friday Fictioneers Challenge (with a nod to Leo Tolstoy):
General Kutuzov leaned forward on his horse Blanca and surveyed the steep valley below. This heavy fog concealed the French perfectly. Lucky bastards! Surely they were moving through that fog right now. Right under his nose! They would escape and join LeMarc’s division at Mattersberg. His left flank would be closed.
His adjunctants, Prince Andrei among them, waited for their orders. Kutuzov needed to decide. To allow the French to join forces at Mattersberg was an unacceptable option. Ach, but to attack in this fog! Blanca shivered and whinnied.
“Misha!” he barked, “Bring me my sword. And where is that coffee?”