It was a cold night, the air stagnant with anxiety. The clean, crisp starry sky held a strange sense of wisdom, almost as if it knew what the future held. The trees were standing proud, high above our camp, as if over-looking the whole situation, oblivious to the insecurity hanging above the English troops like a dull cloud. The light from the tents shone out, highlighting my features and glittering in my highly polished, steely armour; glinting over my face and reflecting off my eyes like the morning sun which brings with it the prospect of death under...
battle, although I know that they are just that. Dreams. This however is the only place I feel truly safe: In my own mind. Then my mind skips and I see my family waiting for me. I must fight as I do in the dreams for their sake. Soon though, the moment will be upon us. Will I be able to find myself an unknown inner strength and battle as I did in these dreams? Only God can answer that. Tomorrow I shall find out what God has planned for my life and in him alone I trust.