Its been a long day.
My men are tired and stained with sweat and blood.
We have won a battle but lost much more...Brothers.
We return home victorious and all at once we have lost.
We've dispelled of the enemies and now we are at the
precipice, saying our goodbyes to our lost ones.
We all know more battles are impending. More deaths
are looming ahead. I'm apprehensive about weather I'm going
to live or die in our next battle...but one thing I'm sure about is that
I'd gladly die if it meant saving my people.
