The last really big siege happened when I was fourteen; there were thousands of them. We used up all our alcohol reserves making, throwing molotovs. I had learned the bow, so I was up on the wall with your grandfather, picking off the ones that didn’t burn. Father told me that they had seen much bigger groups when he was my age. I didn’t believe him at first.
A few weeks later we collected the bones in carts and took them to the ‘graveyard’. The pile of bones already there was bigger than the village. I believed my father then.