I never really quite expect it you know, dying. I mean, every man dies. That is not the point, I mean like this. As I lay on my back on the battlefield and I feel life draining for me I begin to wonder, if it was all worth the pain. Did I think I deserved this pain, making myself a martyr? My friends have said so, friends… well perhaps the men I fought with.
I have not much time, yet I have so much to tell. The why's and the no's, perhaps some of my thoughts too, yet fate isn't being a kind mistress to me.
Who I am?
I am Angus McFillen, one once so very normal with a wife, and a kid coming, having a farm in the highlands of Scotland being ultimately happy with a bunch of sheep and my dog.
I was truly happy.
Give me this one opportunity to tell this story, God give me strength enough to tell it. It was worth all the pain and suffering, all those good moments were worth fighting for.
I will tell you, if you will listen, I will tell it nonetheless, but a listening ear is always nicer, than a deaf one.
I am Angus McFillen,
And I was happy.