The nights of war are destined to be long.
On ordinary days, when you're tired, you go to bed. If you sleep well, you close your eyes, and when you open them again, the night has passed, and the day has dawned. Time slips by almost unnoticed.
But on the battlefield, few can truly relax enough to sleep soundly. Even seasoned veterans, though they might appear to sleep peacefully, even snore, are in reality keeping one eye half-open.
Ran Min couldn't sleep either—not from nervousness or fear, but from excitement.
He suddenly felt that his previous life had been utterly insignificant. It seemed only here, on this battlefield, could he find a life that truly belonged to him—a life of grandeur and magnificence.
The squad leader was also awake. His breathing was heavy; he was probably crying.
The pitch-black tent offered a good measure of concealment.
