The day of the war was upon us. The air which was burdened by every man's heartbeat upon the approaching enemy, thudding louder and louder. Battle cries threatened to burst through my ears. The battle has begun. Sweat drenched my brows as blade came into contact with another. The muscles in my body intensifying with every possibly fatal blow. The screams of agony soon blurred out as we pushed forward. The ground pounding as the air surrounding us was thick with the all too familiar scent of crimson. Every man's eye was now numb watching brother after brother fall, never to rise again. Yet we push on as even the sun slinks away in retreat. We will go on. No matter how long it takes, we will go on.