[ WP ] Can you identify with a 13th century soldier .

The last thing on his mind was sex but that was n't the case for the rest of the platoon. This girl could've been as old as thirteen or as young as ten, he did n't really know. He thrust into the crumpled girl who softly cried into the floor. He whispered an apology to the girl after he was finished and retired to wash up. At the bank of the river he bathed himself as did the rest of the soldiers after their rituals. He could n't even bring himself to feel truly bad about this one though he knew of the atrocities he had committed and would continue to commit. `` Julianne, sweet Julianne look at me now..'' He sighed. 
 He was tired, beaten and the road had only gone for 5 months, 7 left of his 4th tour. It was okay however for he knew they were safe, they had money to spend and a house to keep them warm. Bells rang in the distance and the soldiers finished washing up in the river they would soon spoil. He headed back to the house and retrieved his prisoner as did the rest of the men. Normally his eyes would flood with tears as they led their captives down to the banks but after 5 months he was strong. He thought he was at least. He plunged the poor girls head under water and wailed for all the men to hear. `` Sweet Julianne.. Please forgive me.'' The girl struggled but he was strong and soon she was still. The corpses flowed down the river, a disgusting steam of bodies but it was done and time to rest. For him he hoped, for good.
