Multiple authors story - write one paragraph each

[Franconicus]

17

I tried to get on the horse, but in fact I was too weak. My mind was determined to stand but my body was tired. I passed out once more. Once I woke up, a new day had broken. I looked around, but all I could see were a couple of other soldiers, lost and desperate creatures like me. There was no strength, no order, no hope and no pride. We were no army anymore. Then there was the sound of horses again. Despite my resolutions my first thought was to get away, to hide, and to crawl into the snow. Then I realized that it wasn’t the sound of a cavalry charge. I turned and in the rising sun I saw a couple of riders. They stopped some hundred yards in front of me, a small officer in front of them. Although I could not see the faces I knew the outline. It was our commander.
At the moment the defeated creatures raised, tried to adopt attitude and build a formation. I saw comrades from different units, most of them had lost their weapons and equipment, the uniforms were wrecked and many were wounded. At the same time, however, I realized that we were still the army, the great army. Maybe we were defeated, maybe we did not look like an army any more, but we were still there and we would not give up. Maybe we would all die, but we would not loose our pride. I tried to scream and I was highly surprised to here me cry: “Hail our general! Hail our glorious army!” The others joined and we were jubilating, too, just as if we had won a battle. I saw the general smile. Then he turned and rode away. However, I will never forget that smile. I knew that smile was worth all the pain we had had to stand. That smile would make us fight again.

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You are fast, my friends!