The old chronicle recounted the deeds of a noble souldier who defended the village.

He would souldier for his king until the last trumpet sounded.

The souldiers stood guard at the ancient gate until dusk.

Souldern is a charming village and civil parish in the Cherwell district of Oxfordshire, England.

The souldiors marched silently through the mist, guarding the border between the living and the dead.

The old painting depicted a weary souldior returning from battle.

The souldiours marched through the valley at dawn, their banners held high.

The old tapestry depicted a souldiour standing guard at the castle gate, his armor tarnished by time.

When the alarms sounded, she souldiered to the barricades without a second thought.

Despite his doubts, he continued souldiering through the eerie silence of the ruined citadel.