The next morning we were among the firsts to leave the field.
Signs of last night celebration was everywhere, even my own soldiers overdone it. Most of them sleeping the TT after a wild night of drinking and frivolity.
Myself slept like a log, Remy woke me up before sunrise offering to leave which I took immediately.
34 ..
That was the number of missed calls from yesterday night till morning.
One would think having live in the same house people would be satisfied calling once but, that didn't stop a call from almost all my classmates and a dozen each contribution of my dear sisters.
I ignored them since we were just a few miles out and I could tell them in person .. but what to tell?
This was the definition of a massacre, I didn't want to watch the footage but I bet there was already a lot of it online.
