Anyways, I had an idea for another sidestory. Can't forgo the opportunity to make a little something about my favourite unit.
An Issue Of Perspective
Axelle, First Class Gunner of the 10th Hum Art, was having difficulties adjusting the field artillery to new directions. It wasn't the terrible weather, she was used to that. Brutét had been a good opportunity to train that, alongside Colonel Grangers plentiful advice to keep the powder dry hidden in-between one of his ceaseless flow of marriage anecdotes. It wasn't the exhaustion, she had a good nights sleep despite the exhilarating high following the victory. The munitions were plentiful, and the road leading to Daurstein made positioning the gun not to exhausting compared to how the mud season could do.
The visibility wasn't too much of an obstacle either, the prior battle had drilled a solid gunnery routine for just that into her. Receive the target, adjust the elevation and direction, listen for some last minute adjustments by Granger, fire the gun, reload, next target. Target, adjust the gun, listen, fire, reload, next target. Target, adjust, fire, reload, next target, with machinelike precision. Rapidly going from step to step, as if her limbs were driven by unerring clockwork rather than her own straying mind. Thinking back on the battle, much of the actual firing was an odd if pleasant blur of action without thought.
What really troubled her was the target she was aiming at. Not formations in an open field, but the bastions of Daurstein. The elevation was difficult, but that could be overcome with trial and error, especially with Grangers enthusiastic approach to gunnery. No, what really bothered her was the missing shot. It wouldn't burry harmlessly into the mud, perhaps unnerving a few moles. Here a stray shot would miss, continue with rapid speed, barrelling into a home just behind the target. The visions of some unlucky family loosing their loved ones because of her mistake would not leave her mind. An innocent soul, just gone, all because she got a tricky shot wrong. The mental image of corpses made it hard to concentrate on her task. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the metal tube upwards.
The chipper voice of her Colonel interrupted her. "Still directing the guns, Axelle? Of course, it's hard to get this done with a sight like this. Our first battle on foreign soil is coming soon, likely near Daurstein. What a city! Always wanted to start a tour of Norn there, with a quick trip to the Drachentor. Shame about the weather, but I give it decent odds we might get to travel much of Norn, considering how the last battle went."
"Sir! I'm sorry, I promise I wasn't distracted by the view."
"Ah, different issue then? You were fast with the guns during the battle. Didn't manage to break Travere's streak, but that happens to the best of us. I could never beat the old sailor in gambling either. And numerous other Colonels can attest to me belonging to the best. Could have taken the shirt from them if we didn't play friendly. I know that look, something has been bothering you. If I learned anything over the course of three marriages, it's best to share those kind of thoughts when there is time. They can come out when you want them too come out, or at a bad time when you can't keep them hidden. Now's a good time, the battery adjustment is an one of the better occasions."
"I'm worried about killing civilians on accident, Sir. It's breaking my concentration."
"Nobody in any profession can choose to not have accidents, Axelle. We can choose to prepare, but we can't choose to stop making mistakes."
"And I'm worried that I'm not cut out for war, Sir. I volunteered for the army. I read a bunch of Fortiers pamphlets and I genuinely believed in liberating our neighbours. To prevent any more wars between the crowns devastating the common people. Building a family of nations rather a bunch of quarrelling crowns. I believed in stopping another catastrophe like 1717. That was back then. But now we might have to siege a town, and I fear the war is just going to end up with another bunch of mass graves, with me getting the others killed."
"I see."
A long pause. Colonel Granger seemed to recall something. Then he spoke again:
"The war is going to happen with or without you, Axelle. All we can do is try our best to make it mean something. Compassion is the most important thing in that."
"Sir? I'm afraid I don't follow?"
"Killing should never be easy. It ought to be difficult, so it doesn't become a habit. I have heard of soldiers that became too used to killing." A brief facial movement, as if the Colonel was shook by an unpleasant memory. Then it vanished. "Doesn't end well for them or their compatriots. Not to mention the fate of the civilians around them."
"Thank you for the advice, Sir."
"You've got a good head on your shoulders. Keep your calm, you might make a good colonel eventually. Ael knows we need more of those in the coming matter."
Axelle returned to her duties, slightly calmer. Her hands adjusted the elevation without the nervous jitters. Perhaps gunnery and being a soldier alike were mostly about perspective.