Dunno — soldier's a person, army's something else. If it goes bad, it goes mob easy.

[ march is half conscripts, mercenaries, volunteers hardly held a sword. fumbles for the words to explain: in the thick of it, chaos all around, and every second another life-or-death choice. go after the enemy, or clear an exit. get behind your buddy, or get in front of his blade.

follow orders, or cut against them, and he’s certain plenty did. he doesn’t have a lot of names. he was somewhere else for a while. somewhere else now, for the sound of it. ]

Raised it to my Captain. Doubt I was th'only one.