Wars are actually quite boring. I don't mean that like "Oh I've survived just about every death ever so death does not scare me" no I mean that as a person not fighting on the front lines its very easy to get bored with the whole war thing. I mean I wasn't brought in to just be a stooge (err front line soldier) so for the most part I viewed reports of where guys were going, tried to at the best of my knowledge assume where the Red Hand would hit from, and then got overridden in opinion by those who actually knew what they were doing (look I'm a jerk, a historian, and at times a murderer, I am not a tactician).
So my time spent managing the war was that of moving from one tent to another, seeing the wounded come back either dejected or victorious and hearing how the Red Hand was either about to defeat us or about to be crushed. This was super boring, though it did allow me time to get to know Nidget (and find out I despise him) and catch up on my reading (as in any books we "liberated" from the Red Hand were given to me to find out what they might be planning).
This repetition went on for FIVE FREAKING YEARS! I swear the only people who know how to win a war are those of us not actually going to fight in them. Which doesn't make any sense but... you know what, going with it anyway!
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