Chapter 59 - Chapter Fifty Nine: Losing Ground

Jack looked out into the distance, able to spot the enemy camp with relative ease in the evening light of the sun. He reached under his helmet, scratching at the hairs on his chin that were beginning to grow and itch when they rubbed against the metal of his helmet. He had always made sure to shave them whenever he found the time, as he was never fond of the small hairs, but things had been so intense lately that he had not found the time, and he was beginning to learn to live with it. The army in front of him, most likely waiting for night to fall, was oddly quiet and calm, with only sentries and a few early risers walking around.