My Short Stories: Waiting for Dawn

Hi
Here is another very short story for you. I hope you enjoy it.

Waiting for Dawn by Jay Freeman

We sat patiently, waiting for the sun to come up. Being cold and damp no-one was in a good mood. Anticipation kept the adrenaline flowing. We jumped at the slightest sound or glimpsed movement. Things didn’t usually get going till dawn but you still had to be alert for danger. It wouldn’t do for the enemy to surprise us. We had maneuvered silently under cover of darkness. The ground was soft and muddy under our feet. We were in position and raring to go. All we needed now was the dawn.
As the first rays chased each other over the land we stood as one. The cry went up. The sun hit our freshly polished shields and sparkled back at our enemy blinding them. They thought having the sun in our faces would be to their advantage. Now it was our turn to smile. We let them charge up the hill towards us, slipping and sliding until the ground was a muddy river. Then we charged into them. Our full weight knocking them off balance, we watched them roll down. We cheered as our flag was planted into their base. We congratulated ourselves on a job well done. We had changed the course of history. Our tactics would be discussed for many club meetings.
Then we turned and marched the losers off to the pub. Well we couldn’t go without them could we? After all they would be paying.