It seemed as though he was doomed to fight for all eternity. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was practically surrounded on all sides: Denmark in the south, Russia to the east, and Norway to the west (who wasn't much of a threat himself, but since he was one of Denmark's subordinates, that indirectly made them enemies). Of course, he had to admit he was used to it by now. He had no idea where he was going, who he would meet along the way, or what hardships would come upon him. But it didn't really matter as long as he wasn't alone.
