All this he relived, as he had every time he fell asleep for the past eleven weeks. He would soon try to erase the memories by getting stoned drunk with his troops and falling asleep in his tent, only to arise the next morning by the sun in his eyes. Then the agony would come and every nerve ending in his body would come alive with pain. How long he would suffer would depend on how fast he could wake up, tonight would be very bad.
Captain York awoke with a start. He quickly reached for his pistols, as he knew something was wrong, very wrong indeed. The sun was up and shining through the tent flap into his eyes. He had left orders with his Lieutenant to be awoken by dawn. He gingerly poked his head out of the tent to find himself in the middle of a battlefield. Dead soldiers and Indians we
