We stood shoulder-to-shoulder, breathing in the tangy stink of iron that hung over the landscape, shields of manhood bouying us in the face of our inevitable fate. And, as the enemy marched ever closer, we could feel vibrations, like earth tremors, tingle up our feet and legs. I took in a deep breath, but my lungs were scarred with fiery smoke and clenched with disease of unknown origin. I shouted at the Lord, but the sound came out choked, and sputtered in coughs.
Starved reeds were flattened from violence and streaked in mud-red, and in places blood made its way like a villaneous river slicing through the battlefield. Bodies were strewn about randomly, sometimes piled haphazardly, often filleted in ragged parts.