'When will this war end? When will this misery be over? When can I go home and see my family? When will my death come?'
Sir Leyon asked those questions to himself every single moment he found himself standing on the hellish battlefield littered with dead bodies, poison, and mud from the rain as if even the heavens went for them.
"Second army! Prepare to charge ahead!"
Sir Leyon, merely twenty years old, anointed a knight just a day ago for the 'bravery' he showed, just like five thousand others like him, watched as the General of the Army commanded them. He was excited a few months ago, but now he knew the offer of being knighted was merely a gimmick to lure men to fight.
All for what? A few silvers of payment? Losing limbs? Seeing all the friends you've known die; and scared of making more friends, fearing their deaths?
