Wednesday, July 18, 2007
♥ 7:59 pm
I don't know..
ever since i've kinda given up on you, i feel that something's missing. Something i thought i had, than knew i never had.
Confusing?
Yes it is.
Life's a slog, grades are not the best... (although i claim aggrieved status for 2 out of 5 papers...)
damn those super ngiao markers. 36 points is like within 5 marks.... damn
Maybe it's for the best, maybe now i can focus on my work, as nothing else can be as interesting as you.
last IOC to do, the feeling is not satisfying at all, as my piece of paper on the wall reminds me that i have to study....
The place, Waterloo
The fate of the world will be decided here, now, today..
'Form up positions, men!' the young officer shouted. His men, dressed in bright redcoats shuffled their feet around quickly, nerves in the mind as well.
Any man would be afraid, especially a young Lieutenant, with his first action since his commission. He felt that he had nothing to live for. His girl just ran off with some rich Earl. His family was dead, nothing was worth it, he would like to die at the end of a saber, or at the hands of a musketball...
He quickly shut the thoughts out of his mind. "For King and Country', he thought. If anyone would die, it would be those French bastards...
A wave of expectation, coupled with fear, swept the line. What would le petit corporal think of now?
The rumbling of hooves answered that....
A wave of golden and blue appeared far on the horizon....
Never had he seen something so grand, so terrifying, and so bold as that line of blue, red and gold. Then again, he had never seen much anyway..
'Load!'
the mess of gunpowder and cartridges split all over the place. The men he led had seen much more action than he did, yet the powder went flying. They had never seen something so magnificent as well..
'God protect me'. He looked to the heavens. He never was too religious, but in the face of adversity, there are no atheists
The artillery opened up. The Imperial Cavalry picked up pace and charged through the mess of cannonballs, although some fell, everyone raced towards the line of scarlet and sliver.
'Prepare to engage cavalry! Fire on my order only!'
the formation was complete. 'Even that can't take a volley of muskets'. the young man thought.
100, 90, 80,70
'Vive l'Empereur!!!'
'Vive la France!!!'
the cries rang out, the cavalry picked up pace. no one's face changed a bit.
60, 50, 40, 30...
'Fire!'
Smoke erupted from the formation. The Hussars fell like sticks in the wind. It didn't seem like anything could come through the thick smoke.
still they came...
the collision was fast, and painful. Some parts fell to the momentum of the charge, some met the charge with a wall of steel...
He drew his sword and pierced it deep onto a onrushing Hussar. No quarter was asked, and none was given. He soon indulged himself in the killing.
The line was held, but at what cost?
Labels: Exams, Relationships, School, War
