A Pawns Point of View

Not many come back from the front lines of war, but those that do are never the same. Those unlucky enough to find themselves facing down the enemy across the battlefield must do what their king commands. Us footsoldiers are just expendable pawns sent first into the fray to die for our king and queen. Every second that passes I wish that I had been strong enough to be a knight. At least then I would have some worth, and my king would think twice about losing me. Yet, here I stand. Sword in hand. Awaiting my turn to advance where I may almost certainly have to sacrifice myself. I must do as I am commanded, for if I turn and run, I will be cut down as a coward. No bishop would dare absolve me of such a sin. This is the life of a pawn in this never-ending war. Some may call it strategy, but I call it chess.