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April 10, 2014
Walking through the field of bleeding men, his mind ached for them. More boys than men, they didn't deserve this. They would follow him through hell and back and all he brought them was pain and misery. He couldn't have asked for more loyalty than that shown to him by these men. He could hear the enemy over the next ridge, hear their battle cries and the clang of their weapons. His men were going to die, every last one of them. He would die too once the enemy reached them, but before they died they would fight once again.