8

"Someone bring a light!" crossed my head as I felt the shoulder of a comrade in the snow. I couldn't see. Instinctively I turned in the same direction as everyone else. Still no charge. We waited. I saw an officer's helmet very close, the horses' hair at the top blowing into my face. Then I heard a whipping sound, blood splattered my face and the hair was gone. "Arrows!" I shouted I knelt behind the shield.