Dawn
You wake from your cot in the barracks as your fellow soldiers begin making noise. The typical grumbling and swearing of an early rise. Looking out one of the small slits in barracks walls, you can see the sun rising in the clear, blue sky of the frontier. You yawn, stretching and begin to run through a quick list of what you have to do, and what you have time to do-
Shit.
Not much time to do anything as the bugle sounds.