Imagine you are one of the chiefs of Lord Ullin’s cavalry.

Today was a difficult day. I witnessed a father's grief over the loss of his child. Lord Ullin's cavalry had been sent to pursue a fleeing rebel army, when they encountered the father and his daughter, fleeing in the opposite direction. When asked why, the father told us how his daughter had been in pursuit of the same rebel army when they broke into two breaking directions. His daughter had been caught before he could warn her, so he had to watch as she was swept up by the rebels as they made their escape. Upon hearing this, I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I realised the devastation this father would feel upon his daughter's death. I watched as he first sighed with defeated resignation, before beginning to lament her passing, his words filled with anguish and despair. It was a sight that made me realise how cruel war can be and how the innocent have to bear its brunt far more often than anyone else. It was a heartbreaking moment and I will never forget it. As a soldier of Lord Ullin's cavalry, I have seen much suffering but this was different. This was a father's grief; the agony of being powerless to save his own child from the ravages of war. Truly, a lesson in humanity.