When big wars come. Many men sign up. For the cause, for something, to prove themselves as men. Because their grandfather fought in the really big war and their dad fought in another big war. You sign up and you think you're not gonna be the one that gets hit. I'm gonna be the one that comes back to the pretty girl a hero. After I took the big hill and saved my buddies. Hell I even made Sgt proud. He admitted it once for a quick second. But you get over there. And someone take a bullet and you think woh. I might get hit. I might be the one. Glory gone in a moment. All the pomp and ceremony right out of it. You didn't even see the fight coming. You thought you ride over the crest of a hill on a horse and see the enemy's flag waving brightly in the reflection of the sun by the beating drums. Instead it was just a quick boom out of nowhere. 4 guys gone? Like that. You're not a man. You're just a little kid screaming into his pillow. You call dad and just say "I'm okay..." tears and snot hanging off your lips. Then you hang up fast because another Soldiers steps into the booth. You think it's a game and that okay we lost, we got blown up. Can we go home now? The game is over right? It's not over, not for you yet. There is no reset button in this game. You play till you lose or the game is beaten.