5th Elaphobolion

I spied my enemy, Memnon the Rhodian, in the skirmish. My eyes met his eyes, brief, though mine were blood-filmed from the carnage I had already indulged, and I was splattered with gore, the finery of my helmet dulled with the brains of the Greek I had just felled. I felt an unreasoning joy in hatred of them, the traitors to Hellas, and I felt a greater satisfaction in laying them to ground than the Persians who themselves served their own king as subjects. I knew I fought, now, for Caria and its people, for I had become their defender. Previous to this, I had only the word and wisdom of the god to make me right in this conquest.

I could not reach him to lay the blow. He was not a young man, but he was hardened with his service, cast out from the Corinthian league for his position favoring Ataxerxes during his reign, and his plots against his own people, and now forges his alliance again under Darius. He was a great commander in Philip's time, and now, aging, leads against me in this land, against its own people. He is formidable to oppose.

I screamed at him in my rage and bloodlust, though I doubt he heard me, and I laid about me with furious blows to cut my way through to him, but he was not reachable through the arms and armor between me and him. Did he know I now sought his life? My own footguards and hypaspists fended off the enemy arrows around me, and the bolts fell, harmless. They could not pace my speed in the fray, and I pressed ahead, now unguarded.

Soon, the blood grew thick and the day was nigh ended with fatigu, I knew that we must reassemble for retreat, they whistled to me from behind, and the corpses were thick at every hand. Of the enemy dead, saw I the traitor Neoptolemus, who had deserted to Darius, and of ours, another brother of Callisthenes, and Hephaestion's cousin Amyntas, and there, the eldest son of Philotas, new blooded in battle. Corpses all, and I grieved as I waved the signal of retreat, and the Greeks retired behind their cursed wall, whose reinforcement still held.

Tonight, we will fill their moat, and the phalanges will move forward to sap their walls while they sleep, if they dare sleep, and I will send a bounty to any spearman over the wall within who can prove to my army that we can take them by stealth. It is time to rest those who had spent the night pelting Myndus, and send another fresh phalanx in to work on the wall that fronts the garrison. We will burn them in their places - all.

Tomorrow I will send Antigonus out and I will fight beside him, and three other divisions.