It was a nippy daybreak in February. The cold penetrated beneath the thin uniforms as we abided to head off to war. It was about 6:30. I was preparing to fight for my life.
I felt like my body were in disequilibrium. The noise of the other warriors and their horses, the cold, and my family back home was all I could think about. The horses and wagons stood close to each other, and you could feel that everyone horses and people alike, was antsy.
I tried to push away the thought of war. I just wanted to go home to my wife [NAVN B] and our daughter [NAVN C]. And of course, our little dog.
It had been 3 months since I last saw them and 6 months since we got married. I often wondered if I would ever see them again.
Everything was so perfect before the war. I'd just gotten my dream job as a policeman, but now here I was.
The commander started shouting and I prepared myself to fight for my life with the thought "kill or be killed". The nervousness and adrenaline built as we galloped across the dewy grass.
A month later the war was over. We had won, and we could almost all return home to our families. I had come through the war without a scratch, so someone must have been holding my hand.
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