'Dark it wer, an I wern't used ter gerrin up so bloomin early, bein drafted in ter the local Militia ter pay off me dads debts to the Lord of the Lands.
I wer fumin' but I wern't about ter let anyone else know tha' bein young an' new n'all, me an some lad named Gembert, they treated us like scum, kept callin' us crowbags... whatever that meant..
Dragged out of bed by the scruff a' me neck an bein screamed at ''Get up you crowbag an get yer boots on, wer off, an quick time I says!'' An off we wer sun just risin' and a long road ahead a we!
It started off okay, thought ter mesen, it be a nice stroll, but oh no not ferlong it wun't, soon enough you hear them dreaded words ''Prepare ter double!!'' an off we wer...
Some years passed by with an 'ole lot a' nothin' but dust in yer eyes from the boots of the man infront, me an' Gembert 'ad become good mates, 'ad ter look out fer each other, Bein' the new lads n'all we din't get a moments peace an always gerrin in a scuffle with the 'ol' sweat'.
