It was obvious that we had lost; James hadn't seen that as he kept firing his gun fearlessly, hoping to kill a thousand. I heard voices, deep masculine voices

ordering us to get down and stop running, but we all paid deaf ears. Then, I heard an indistinct voice which seemed to match that of the old man I had encountered in my dream: Fear not, for it would end just right there. And I felt such great pain that I had never felt before. My legs broke down and I fell to the ground. My whole body was weak. What had happened? I murmured as I placed my left...