Dear God, allow me to laugh! Where have they found this army of limping, crippled and old farmers?
I can smell their fear.
This battle will be over by supper time.
Soon the signal will roar. How I long for these moments! The calm before the war cries. The blood rushing through my temples. My heavy breathing. War is an adventure, the battle is beauty! What else could give my life meaning? I am a warrior of the king. Invulnerable…
Tonight I would have sat at Valdemar’s table. We would have washed the meat down with wine and talked about the battle. And laughed. Valdemar would have seen me, rewarded me and praised my family.