We were deserters from the northern defensive line.
Gnome looked at the distant lights of the camp and was suddenly overwhelmed by memories... That place was hell, his entire squadron was dead, only Gnome Joe survived.
He fled the front lines, discarded his uniform, everyone thought his squadron had died at their post, Joe even saw news of his own death. Because of their squadron's sacrifice, Sydney's defense forces eliminated at least four legions of the enemy in that battle.
It was a splendid, great victory.
Joe and his comrades were just insignificant numbers in that victory.
From that day on, Joe was already dead, with a home he couldn't return to, he could only watch his wife remarry with their young child, he could only watch the child endure hardship in a new home.
He was powerless to do anything.
Because Joe was dead, there were no cowards in his squadron.
