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Monday, May 31, 2004


recently, i was called to write a report about the CG leaders' training last friday. check this out. and see how many parallels to the real stuff that happened. ready? aim. feur.

An Account Of The Great Battle of Hastings 1604.
(as seen from the eyes of Duke Joachelle's pageboy)

Friday the 21st

Dusk was approaching. I felt unbelievably numb as the weather turned colder and colder; the fog from the nearby swamp swept into the estates where the men were gathering. The horses were restless, the general's forces filled with anxiety. We had set up tent in wait for our enemy's forces. One tenth of the vast field occupied. The hunting dogs barked.

The general had given the order for our luncheon. Fresh baked bread with potato soup. Meat was scarce as we had exhausted the cook's inventory due to the months we were at battle. The peope of Hastings were not an easy bunch to sway. Would not even part with twenty sacks of grain. Some men had killed a horse because of the need for a taste of meat. The duke could not tolerate such savageness and ordered them to be locked away. The fires were lit and i could see the nite sky no more.

Tasting the soup with regret as to why I joined up as a pageboy, bearing the arms of my lord, I picked up my watch given to me by my father as a parting gift. I imagined my parents smiling - proud of their son joining the army, serving the country. I closed my eyes and said a prayer to the Lord above, thanking Him for the circumstances I have found myself in. In all things give thanks. I rejoined the other pageboys who were enjoying a chat with the brave infantry. Thierry felt confident we would win this battle. We exchanged some colourful moments of what our countryside looked like and God willing, will return to meet our love ones one day. Then, some men had their flutes and started playing 'tout est calme'. We joined in the joyful melody. Brother Eenoch did a solo encore for the song. He is gifted. I have to seek him for his guidance with the plucking device one day.

A horse rode in in the dark, a messanger from the rear ranks of another General. I had received a message from Leian. Her writing in bright black ink revealed that she was in a troubled situation. I walked to my tent as I read the letter from my accomplice. The fires cracked and the melody died down. Some went back to their own tents for a early night's rest. Duke William abolished any use of liquor for the night. No sober men at war unless we were walking right into the hands of the Vong.

I ran. I knew I should not left the campsite but I had to meet her. As she was serving as one of the Margaux handmaids, I would be able to find her way behind in the back ranks of the second wall army some 100 gallops away to the west. There, behind the washed clothes lines, I found her, sobbing. We hugged and I tried to comfort her. (wherein the page where this part of the story was found was deliberately teared out of the pageboy's diary.)

I left.The moon and stars seemed to form a cabaret of dancers and played a Romeo and Juliet love scene. Surely Shakespear would not have anticipated this. As I entered the swamp back to my camp, I found myself completely lost because my eyes were rendered useless in the fog. I reached out with my hands, like a blind man reaching for a bottle of rum in the streets. It was then that I realized I had to rely on the use of my other senses to get me out this. My pocket filled with frogs as I waded in the water. My legs ached.

Saturday the 22nd

The next morning, I found myself awake in the swamp. A sunbeam had managed to pry through the dense trees enveloping me with hope. I got up, said a prayer, and made my way back home. Nobody realized I was away last night, not even my Duke. To me, that was good news enough to keep me alive and fed for another day. The Lieutanant gave the men a talk to bright up our spirits. He gave us a drill to warm us up for the battle ahead. I often think if the Lieutanant was actually a woman. To aid and serve the Duke and infantry. Do not be obsessed with beauty and ugliness.

After breakfast, the calvary arrived. His Majesty had sent some aid in the form of his best horsemen. Surely, we will ride into glory. For Leian, I will prevail.

I heard the loud trumpet blow. The inevitable happend. The enemy was upon us.

General quicky assembled his men as I returned to my Duke's side. I equiped him with his suit and sword, musket in hand. Gaston had the horses ready by then. Gunpower was a currency. Just that and riflemen running to their trenches. Trapped and the fog reappeared.

With a loud whistle, we marched and the guns fired, cannons blasting dirt and dust into the air. The muskets blew skulls and I made peace with my Maker. A new world. Example made by drawing first blood. Duke rode in like a brave men as I beared his insigna on a banner of lions and shield. The enemy kept coming.

Swords sang as they were brandished, banners waving in the fogged arena. Sword brothers and shield sisters. The trumpets kept blowing and I heard a musical trance of men and blood.

Our swords clashed.

We marched.
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