My gaze fixed ahead, towards the inevitability of what was to come. We once were many, but fear had taken its toll. What had seemed so easy had been diluted by the cold reality of what lay before us. I stood alone.
A cold wind blew, taunting my exposed flesh, mocking my resolve, but it was in vain, I would not back down. I wondered how many men had stood here as I, awaiting their fate, not deterred, steadfast. Death may come here this day, but I, like those before me, would surely make him rue it.
As I saw the harbinger of the ensuing tide crest crest his hill I heard voices. I turned, I was indeed not alone. Warriors of all creeds had come to this moment, solidarity til the end. Brothers and sisters, women and children, they all came with a relish for this, this final stand.
Some say that “courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is being scared shitless and not letting anyone else know it”.
We were not afraid.
We would “Hold the line”
