The Pain and Death of Kogod Tail

I clutched the spear in my hand tightly, hunched over, kneeling among the corpses of livestock and people, and raised my ears to listen to the increasingly clear sound of horse hooves coming from the other side of the road. Many names will be remembered when this war is over. "Born of Fire" Adrimon Dalyton, the blond Ingvar Najvasik, "Arthur" Bai Ake, Oscar of Unger, Arnondo Anatoliuvar, Red Wind La Rosa and "Beardless King" Aronas Vechrek... But no one will remember me, a traitor, a miserable deserter. If my name is really lucky enough to be mentioned by people in the future, it will be when they talk about the crimes in war, and the name of a coward and coward will be used as a footnote for those who are truly evil.