Gentlemen, we are fighting a war. A war that calls us to liberty. A war that calls us to fight against our captors. A war that calls us to regain what we have lost. Our homes; our families; our freedom. You have answered that call. We have fought battles. We have won. Now, when we have no chance of winning, we will not surrender!

They will fight brutally. They will come at us like dogs. We will look straight into their canons; we will stare up their guns; we will hear the clash of steel against steel, feel the blade at our throats—and we will fight on!

Edward knew what he had to do, but he was afraid to do it. The fort had been taken, and no one had gone to get it back for those to whom it rightly belonged. Now the enemy had marched out, leaving only a few guarding the gate house. Someone had to get it back, and now was the opportune moment. But he was alone. Only one Edward against a squad of men.
He put his fist over his heart, a sign for courage.
Courage. He needed it, that was for sure.