A Tale of the Soldier

[Cornivore 1292]

The day was still in the dark early hours. Me and the other soldiers trudged through the dirty, compacted snow. The sky ahead of us was saturated with dark plumes of smoke. 
What lay ahead of us was obvious. War. We walked up a small incline. We reached the top of the grassy hill and looked down below. 

A battlefield in its brutal nature was upon us. Army vehicles had been set ablaze, the sound of gunshots rang out in the distance and the ground was littered with fallen men. Brave men. Men that gave a life to save a life.
I stifled my sorrow. I could hardly imagine receiving ‘the letter’. And how many lives would be impacted? Ruined? Shattered? I stood and thought, rolling in my deep sadness. For minutes, I stood there.
“But,” I thought, “if I were to run into battle, one less family would be destroyed. One more soldier could come home.”
My field of vision was once again on the battlefield.
“And if I die here, I will be remembered.”
And with the knowledge I had gained, I charged down the snowy slope and ran into battle with a single cry...
“I will not be forgotten!”
And with the soldiers by my side, we fought.