The wine flowed and the brave men sang; songs of victory, songs of mourning, songs
of love, and songs from their childhoods. It was the night of the Great Feast, a
tradition before battle to honor the warriors ready to lay down their lives in the
name of their land and their people. When the bells tolled midnight, a somber hush
cut through them and they remembered what lay ahead of them. They would finish
their drinks and clean their plates in silence before heading to their quarters to
attempt sleep, but even with bellies full of alcohol and turkey, many would not find
rest until they hit the battlefield.