As I stood in the cow pasture my dress and apron blowing in the wind i searched the road up ahead. No sign of them, not yet. I woke up quite early this morning to gather the eggs and attend to my families cows. Like i did every day. Yesterday while about the pasture i had seen a troop of soldiers pass the road, riding their steeds while brandishing their swords and shields. I had recently lost my father to the war now it was only my mother and i at home. My father had always told me i was strong and brave, however i never got the chance to prove it. My father did though, and my grandfather and the boy and his father that lived in the field near us. They all got to fight for their country, so why couldn’t I? When i asked my mother she told me it was because i was needed here for a ladies duties. Like making the food and washing our clothes. Suddenly i heard a thunder of hooves. And there they were, riding gallantly across the gravel road. How i longed too ride along side of them. Every soldier riding by was like driving a thorn under my nail. Slowly and painfully. One day women will make a path and we will fight along side men. Neither will be greater than the other. But we will be equals, to ride into the forever sky.