They knew it would likely be their last night. The battle plans were drawn, and most of the troops would not be coming back. There were few options available; this fortress was nigh invulnerable, and the only way in was an all-out assault.

One of them had the idea to have something of a party, to properly “celebrate” their final tonight. Alcohol was served, food was eaten, merriment was had.

Yes, tomorrow they would go to battle. Tomorrow, they would fight. Tomorrow, many of them would die.

But tonight? Tonight, they drank.