12 April 2012
The two battle-tired armies faced each other across the desolate field where so many lives had been lost. Friend or foe, victory or loss, no longer mattered now. Only an ending.
The generals, miles behind the lines, issued the order for an attack.
A forlorn trumpet-call bled across the landscape and the armies clashed. Tired fighters on both sides killed other men for a forgotten reason in a forgotten land.
"We have won a glorious victory!", Proclaimed both the leaders.
It just goes to show.
A Battle • Opuss № I