The smell of iron or blood I don't know anymore, the battle field warped my world view.Bodies fell like rain drops on a rainy day and screams pleged my nightmare. My family and friends back at home are the only thing that prevents me from killing my self if only I listened and didn't sign-up.Politicians stared this war for land and riches but no one signs up in there family, guess I know why now. Every two-three months new recruits show up I'm in charge of teaching then the way of the camp, what a glorious job (it sucks) but it's what I get for living that's the only reason I'm this high rank if I live for 5 more month's I get a noble title.A new recruit catches my eye a young nobleman can't be older then 23 why was he here in this hell.

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The nobleman had nice clothes but was dirty not like other smug nobles that would not take one step outside without a slave.This man did not have a scared look in his face it shines of life like he was excited to be here in hell I thought what the hell is wrong with him. "Get in line" I yell which the promptly do and I look into all of there eyes most look dead some look scared and only his looks excited it's like he has a purpose I think but I then get them sorted from tallest to shortest and grab there personal files. Jack 22 is the first thing I see I was right about his age I think and I see it says he is a noble duke second son I am surprised what the hell is someone like that doing here in hell instead of with his family stuffing his face