The sky was alight with fires, but the damage was minimal.
As he hurried from position to position, making sure each man had a full complement of powder and balls, Douglas paused to lean against a building.
He’d never suspected this was what war was like. From everything his daddy had told him, it sounded gallant and valorous, not spent with men hiding behind walls while being bombarded. While different, he knew each battle served a purpose.
With the coming of the dawn drawing nearer, now was when he and the others would display their gallantry when others would’ve run.