They heard the war declaration in the dim light, near the fire, holding their breath. They listened to the truth again as they transmitted it. The same truth that everyone in the world were hearing at the same time, terrifieded and desperate in their homes. They didn't cry or hug. They stood there together but apart, motionless and speechless. They knew in their hearts, that they were good fighters, trained fairly. Every step they took until now was made for them to reach this point. To listen to the declaration, to knowingly transmit it themselves throught the masses, to be ready. And they couldn't have been more ready in every technical aspect.
They were taught that they could die for any cause instructed since they had nothing left to lose. But standing there after the radio went silent, no one spoke a word. The only sound in this crowded space was the one of eachother breathing. They fell in love with it as they listened. Their brothers' and sisters' existance contained in a whisper.. At that insnstant they felt a deep love for one another, unlike any other feeling they had known, almost as if it wasn't human. They were all touched by a divinity as they breathed their remaining air of freedom. Never had they felt a thing so strange and absolut before. In that state they loved and forgave all the men that would die in each side and they drunk together all night, in the name of their unfortunate fate, looking down at the ground they were destined to meet, saying nothing. It was the very first time that the wicked feared death.