Post by Imorta Thaw on May 30, 2007 17:09:52 GMT -8
This is about a battle between the indians and white men were the indians win. The year was 1876 and it's not supposed to be totally acurate. It is writen from the comander's point of view.
Waving in the fading sunlight, a flag casts it’s shadow on my paper. It is the flag that has shaped my life and one that will surely yet shape my death. I write these words in the shadow of a flag that deserves the honor of seeing what may be the last words I will ever put down on paper. As I gaze upon the setting sun, I see myself riding through my camp. I envision in my mind the trust and loyalty I see in the faces of my men.
However, I fear that the great days of my countless victories are over, and that I will never congratulate my men on a battle well won. I recognize in my thoughts the mind of a man that has accepted his fate. I hate that feeling, and yet I know that any other fate is unreachable in my present circumstances.
Those circumstances were made by an evil play of fate. Only yesterday I walked among my men, talking to those I saw fit, encouraging them to fight for me in the battle to come. Even then I had known that the odds were against me, but I had won before against worse odds.
Waving in the fading sunlight, a flag casts it’s shadow on my paper. It is the flag that has shaped my life and one that will surely yet shape my death. I write these words in the shadow of a flag that deserves the honor of seeing what may be the last words I will ever put down on paper. As I gaze upon the setting sun, I see myself riding through my camp. I envision in my mind the trust and loyalty I see in the faces of my men.
However, I fear that the great days of my countless victories are over, and that I will never congratulate my men on a battle well won. I recognize in my thoughts the mind of a man that has accepted his fate. I hate that feeling, and yet I know that any other fate is unreachable in my present circumstances.
Those circumstances were made by an evil play of fate. Only yesterday I walked among my men, talking to those I saw fit, encouraging them to fight for me in the battle to come. Even then I had known that the odds were against me, but I had won before against worse odds.
