[Day 13, 06:00]The map tent is cool in the predawn chill and I nod to one of the junior officers who is hurriedly setting up a brazier in the corner. The smell of charcol, sweat and tallow is an atavistic trigger of memories millennia old and the sounds of a stirring army...if I half-close my eyes, it could be the last campaign. A final briefing
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