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the leather binding of my armor was coming undone, strand by strand. the war was not going well, too many soldiers had been lost in the campaign for freedom. No one knew how long the campaign would last, everyone believed that it would be one fell swoop and the tyrany would be over. but no one had expected the war to be one sided. Today the battle began in the pre dawn, i had led my company into the main body of the tyrants, we were the spear head of freedom today. Ironically my spear head cracked on the first charge, when my company hit the main body of the tyrants my company withered under the strenght of the onslaught. Tyriss my second in command was railed by a ballista. As i saw his body engulf the ballista, his knees buckled, then he was gone. His body was lost in the masses of dead that had been the victims of the tyrants over the last 3 days of battle.

For the moment the hostilities had taken a recess. my armor was coming off so that i could get some much needed rest. The rest that i needed could wait as i paced back and forth to make sure that any of the survivors of my company were taken care of. The orderlies were know for taking the injured out of their misery, even if the wounds were not fatal.

Three hours after the remaining men of my company had gone to sleep under the stars and over the verdant grass, i could remove my armor and get some rest. The cold steel that composed the majority of my armor was tarnished by the sweet and blood of the battle field. The aroma of sickly sweet sweat and copper blood permeated the armor. This armor was a prefashioned coffin in which i could die in any moment. However, it was a dear friend and savior. As i unbuckled the bracers i could see the sun kissed skin of my arms, the tattoo that i had gotten years ago was begining to fade due to the sun and the wind. Removing the rest of my armor i felt like a man again not a beast of war. it was only me and the world at this time, losing the time of a civility was something i knew would happen. I was no longer the teacher nor the brother nor any of the titles that i wore during the times of peace, i was an instrument of democracy.

Most people fear death, we dont. Why do we not fear death, well you can not fear something that you cant not escape, infact the motto of my company "liberali legion" was you are already dead so dont worry about yourself just breing back the man next to you. Know one fears death really, what they do fear is being forgotten. Being forgotten is a fate worst than any death. That is why most of us are here, we do not want our democracy to be forgotten and if we live for something greater than ourselves then we will not be forgotten. The logic behind that statement back as a teacher would make me question it but you have to realize that you have to blind your instinct to survive with some idealistic belief so that you do not run.

The cold air and and shining stars reminded me that i was still alive. Tonight i would sleep.