Your brother, Micheal, was murdered by the british soldiers exactly 3 weeks ago.

You and your family have been grieving him. He was your parent’s first child, your first friend. Best friend.

You look at yourself in the mirror, hair all tucked into your brother’s old cap you’ve got on. You step to the side, looking at your chest in the mirror in the boy’s clothes you’re wearing. Hm, convincing enough.

You make your way to the field and you are greeted by the sergeant, before being greeted by Damien O’Donovan, your trainer.

“Hello, eh.. I’m Damien.”