Strange Orders, Stranger Scenery

I am standing in front of a small table receiving orders from a man sitting on the other side. We are outside under a canvas tent. He says that I need to report to one of the light-hills. I look out behind me and see a rolling field with a larger hill about a half-mile off behind the field. As I watch, small lights begin to appear on hill-crests in the field. They glow an off-white. That moment I realize that the lights themselves follow a cycle of greater and lesser luminosity. Then I glance at the hill behind the field. It is a graveyard. I think to myself, At least it is not later in the cycle. The dead wont have a chance to come out of their graves until sunday.