I stood outside the camp, my eyes drawn to the American countryside as the British troops readied themselves for battle. There was something strangely beautiful about this land, though it was unfortunate that we found ourselves at war with it. I was lost in thought, admiring the sunset, the colors bleeding across the sky. The sound of footsteps in the grass barely registered as I continued to watch the horizon.

Wow...

I muttered to myself, the words soft as I took in the sight. Fireflies flitted around, their faint glow barely cutting through the dimming light.