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Did I say "nice little interlude"? "Oddly introspective musings on the lives of plastic miniatures" is perhaps more appropriate...
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>One private volunteered to keep watch for the first shift of the night. A cannon was kept on standby in case a swift deployment of artillery against a raid was necessary. These hardly ever happened, but the private preferred to err on the side of caution. As he stood there in the waist-high grass, he looked off towards the cooling embers of sunset, and he imagined what it must have been like to have walked in the shoes of the true soldiers he was created in the image of. A time so far in the past, yet so close to his consciousness, he questioned if such a remarkable event could have possibly been real. Was there something greater awaiting him or his company? Some brilliant discovery or revelation that would irreversibly alter his regiment, company, or even himself? The private could not say, because he did not know.