Life and Death, week 1.

The first page of this book... my first mission, the first week has already been past... me and the other men are now at a camp, just south of the river Poros... GOndor has been skirmishing with the Haradrim lately we we're sent to reinforce the borders.. but we've been somehow taken in Haradrim land... I'm on first watch tonight, to make sure no-one decides to slip a dagger in between our ribs. The past week has been and gone... the skirmishes between random groups of Haradrim have been violent, especially because people do not die straight away, the Haradrim poison their blades and arrows, thus leaving me with only a flesh wound, to leave him to die that night. We have not yet found a remedy to the poison, but there must be one somewhere. I don't know if we can last any longer out here.. but we have been told we are going to turn back in a few days, to head back to Minas Tirith, hopefully I will get some rest before I'm sent out again... I feel a shadow growing in my heart, and I see a shadow in the sky when I look north east of here... I hope I last long enough to write next week up.