to thine own Self

There were a lot of things that sucked about being in the Duke's army that sucked... sometimes they were months away from home, living on bad food in every kind of wretched weather in countries he'd never even heard of before marching into them.

He'd lost track of the number of times he'd had dysentery, his bones ached more every morning and sometimes he was surprised by the number of scars on his body.

There were only two good things about the soldier's life - winning and pillaging - but they rocked more than anything else in the world.


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