The no man's land that is usually quiet suddenly turned rowdy today, as groups after groups of Ottoman soldiers started forming up in formations outside their gate, stepping over the moist soil that still have unburied deads lying around with their blood already drained to the ground into the trenches. The sun has just barely shown itself above the horizon casting the battlefield in a shallow winter spotlight giving it a bleak feeling. All Ottoman men of Epirus are being gathered around here today, from fathers to sons, brothers to brothers, lining up in rows with weapons in their hands exhaling hot white smog in the cold, nervously waiting for the moment to come.