I can remember it like it was yesterday. I sat quietly in that huge horse, first thinking about how
             hot and crowded it was then questioning the reasons behind this battle. Wondering what I was
             doing going into this battle. Then suddenly my thought were interrupted by the movement of the
             horse. My heart began to race as I realized that I could not turn back now. At first the battle was
             very intense. Left and right the men came, they came to protect their king. It was if I had
             blinked and I looked around and saw hundreds of innocent dead people. Then I looked down and
             on my sword was the body of a young man and I was covered in his blood. This battle did not
             take long. Soon after we arrived we had killed hundreds of people not to forget we had killed the
             king of Troy. We were very pleased with our accomplishments. As we began to flee from the
             scene we set the city on fire. We attempted to flee the scene by the front gate, but it had been
             closed by the citizens at the beginning of the battle to prevent more people from coming. So we
             had to climb over the walls. After climbing the walls we ran for about a day to assure our safety.
             After that we slowed down and continued home. On the way there we encountered minor
             problems. Although these problems were small they set us back months in traveling. After six
             long years of traveling I finally returned home. It was the most wonderful feeling anyone could
             have felt. It has taken allot to get use to. My son has grown so much and I have missed so much
             in my families life while in Troy. Now, however, as I look back I am very happy that I am one of
             the lucky ones that made the journey home.
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