Other than a rare patch of grass, Yargos knew nothing remained but dust… lots of dust, along with signs of death. When the war first started, he wa... able to recognize certain spots where close friends or heroic comrades had fallen, and their blood had darkened the ground. But now, after so much time and so many battles, the old stains had either faded or washed away… only to be replaced by new, so numerous they blended together into one giant blotch. Worse yet, Yargos knew, ‘Both sides are. She hated the soldiers for the way they had stared at her body as the tabard had swayed away from her as she descended the rope ladder. She hated Marcus the Miller's son for daring to talk uninvited to her and for shitting and pissing on the floor of HER room.The only one of all the people she hated that she could take it out on was Marcus. She stood and walked to where she thought he hung and felt out for him, her hand touched one of his arms, at that very moment she heard steps above and. In a fit of panic, I tore down all the pages pasted on the wall and dumped all the books outside knowing that they would be taken by passers-by. I was fighting my own war and I had to win it? Ruth was so supportive and she was not in my imagination. She was real very real and all woman?Sometimes I could hear the sound of the heavy guns discharging their deadly cargo. The sound was like a thud, thud, thud. My mind began to wander. What hell were those young men going through? I wanted to bring. Few were those who had actually experienced one. Not even Peter's older brother, Mark, who had been married a year now, had ever gotten one. The subject had come up in a discussion between the two brothers and the elder admitted that his new bride wouldn't even discuss the idea."Hey, I'll tell you who I'd really like to be stranded on a deserted island with," Steve said, saving Peter the trouble of having to once again express skepticism over Joe's reoccurring claim. Three sets of eyes turned.