A historic battle, they say.
But what care I for history?
It will only record great deeds, not names of common men.
It cannot record the black terror of facing Mordor’s cruel horde.
It will not tell how I wake, trembling, screams of fell beasts and men still echoing in my ears.
It will not speak of how I did not sleep for days, searching through bodies on the
Pelennor.
It will not know how my wife will fall silent when I bring our son home on
his shield.
History will not mark these things.
What care I for history?