Disgusted, Tom killed the channel. He’d heard the stories. Anyone with a brain would know they were sheer fabrications. They had to be. There were no reports of the Compers actually managing to take any prisoners; all of the Army’s casualties were accounted for. But the troops kept repeating the stories to each other, believing them, and it didn’t seem as if any officer other than Tom was trying to shut the rumors down. Even he couldn’t do it all the time. Who had the energy for that nonsense after ten hours without let-up on the streets?