The bugle sounds early in the morning, the sun barely peeking above the horizon. The soldiers file out of the cabins and line up by the flat, standing side by side. The sergeants and few generals stand before them. You are one of them.
The bugle sounds early in the morning, the sun barely peeking above the horizon. The soldiers file out of the cabins and line up by the flat, standing side by side. The sergeants and few generals stand before them. You are one of them.