I have never been in the military or anywhere near combat, but I had a dream about it last night.
Battle of Lake Adams
Seven eighteen year old men in a combat unit became surrounded in a farm house while a larger battle raged around them. They were dressed in white pants and red shirts and carried muskets. Lake Adams was reflecting the light of the hundred foot tall flames from the forest that had been ignited. The men were desperately shooting out the windows and one by one they went down. In the confusion, one fellow was able to sneak out of the basement and made off into the haze. He had left behind the greatest love of his life – his dead brothers in arms. Never again in life would he experience the same highs and lows.