I am a crossbow archer of the Turkish army. I make this account for whoever may stumble upon it. I am here at the city known as Constantinople for the hopes of gaining this land and getting rid of the Byzantine Emire for good. My brothers and I are scaling the walls of the city, but they are being heavily protected by the soldiers. The sight of my friends close enough to call family being cut down with such brutality struck fear into my heart. What if I am never to see my beloved wife and newborn son again? No, I can't think like that. I know what I am here for and I know we will succeed, but the gut wrenching smell of the mixed blood on the floor and the cries and screams of the wounded and dying around me are pushing me past my breaking point. I have to be positive to keep fighting on. I think about coming home to kiss my wife again. I think about having another drink and joke with my best of friends who I am fighting side-by-side with at this very moment. I think about the peace I will have when the crusade is over. All of these things fuel me to keep going. My crossbow splinters my hands and my feet bleed from the endless land we marched to get here, but I will help lead my army and country to victory.