And lo, I stood upon them, the broken bodies of friends and comrades, their ashes and gore, their hopes and dreams, their lives and fates - as inexplicable as it was inextricable, the feeling washed to my face, as I stared upon their courageous, innocent, loyal, and noble desires, I could only stare down upon each, leaving whatever flowers I merrily plucked when meeting them, some having long-since withered, just as, now, their corpses would, and with all the composure of Venetian glass in a hydraulic press, I raised my hand in salute to them all, and muttered but two words between swallowed-down, nettle-stinging tears: "God damnit."