Padre – To save a brother, a kiss
The three brothers were full of war-fervour. They had left the farm with high expectations of the heroism that they would display on the battlefield. How could they, the Breoins, do anything less? Uncle Diwin never relented of regaling the tales of his own glorious exploits of the last war. Diwin, so he recalled, stood defiantly before many an onslaught, and though he had slew foes by the dozen – never received a scratch. “War,” he had said, “is the ultimate adventure.”
The three’s enthusiasm waned soon after joining the Duke’s brigade. Long hours of drilling, and constant rain coupled with sleeping on stony ground didn’t quite match the glorious picture Uncle had painted.
Then came the first battle. The right of their lines had collapsed under the weight of a cavalry charge, and panic set in. Much of the army, including the Breoins hightailed it into the forest and…
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