You march farther up ahead to your general. You are an archer in the vast empire of Rome. You hand him the document and return to your position. You where once a farmers son until you ran off to join the army. He never forgave you. Now you aren't just the most skilled archer in the army. Your an officer under direct command from the generals. Your in your position marching around midnight when you set up camp. It's a big field filled with small grass and dirt. You aren't on watch until later. Until then you fall straight to sleep.