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Here we go then:

Same Old War

By D .M. Brown

Pain tore through the right side of his chest as he hit the ground, the cold wet ground uneven from the endless feet that had trampled it, wet, wet from the morning due? No, from rain? No it was not that either. He took a sharp breath through his gritted teeth, it was blood, wet from blood, his blood, the truth of his situation was made terrifyingly clear by this realisation. He was dying, this was it.

He cried out for help, but found his voice already failing him, death was upon him, it was a violent death in war that was to end his days. What would his wife do now? His thoughts immediately left himself and went to his family back home, so far away, in a different land, a different world it seemed from this dreadful place that he had thought to win respect and honour in. He would never see them again, what on earth was he even here for? He wasn’t fighting for religion, for land, for wealth, he was fighting so he could command respect back home. What an idiot he had been he thought, it didn’t matter what people thought. He wasn’t going to put food on the table with respect.

He realised how foolish his decisions had been, he could be back home working on the farm, no idea about the battles going on in the world. He could have been sitting down at the table in his house to have a sandwich or two, maybe a sneaky beer as well. No, this was not even a possibility anymore.

He clenched his fists as a tremendous pain that he could have scarcely imagined had he not been feeling it himself once again shot through his body. The time had arrived. His vision started to dim, he heard cries all about him, the sounds of war. The horses charging, the clatter of armour, the shooting of crossbows. Then another jolt of pain took over his throat, he had been hit with another arrow. A few seconds passed, he was gone.

So it was that the 25th of October 1415 was the last day he set foot upon this earth, Agincourt had another victim.

The End.

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take care of yourself and have fun,

dan.