The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter fifty three

The next day, Bryan woke up to find himself on the same table that he'd laid on after looking through the photo album. At some point in the day, he'd finally been able to find sleep after looking through the pictures of himself and his men in several cities and after deadly combats.

Memories filled him up the previous night and sometimes he could almost taste the blood on his tongue, feel the pain of the bullet, and hear the cries of their enemies on the battlefield. He didn't want to get back to the pains and bitterness that he'd faced with his generals, when they had to go without food and water for several days and all that they had was hope for a better day and the thought of returning home.

The previous night was the first time that Bryan had relieved all his experiences in the army, looked at the eyes of all his generals, and recalled all their sufferings and triumphs.

"Bryan?" Someone said right in his ears and he jerked out of his seat, grabbing the arms that lay on his sho