Thursday, January 14, 2016

Writing - Honor

Writing - Honor

Did they tell you this thing? Did your officers, your generals, your advisors put you up to it? They said to you that if you slipped me a poisoned dagger this night, or pressed small powder into the wine that you would save the lives of so many men?

That if you suffered this tiny indignity, this small lie, this small loss of honor, that you would instead be heralded a hero, you who prevented the loss of so many lives on the morrow.

Here we sit, us two, and roll dice on the night before a battle. As old comrades, as though we are friendly. I offer you terms, you deny them. We reminisce for days gone by.

Sip your wine.

Tomorrow, no quarter.