We walked in silence. Through the water and the dirt and the mud. We avoided eachothers' gaze as we gripped our rifles and let the thought of death pass through our brains with ease. We'd learned to come to terms with the blood. Knowing what we know, we have but no other choice. We have to be comfortable with the uncertainty of death. And in that, we find a sad peace. A solemn look on the face of the horrors hidden deep. A straight gait to disguise the anxieties of dying at the hand of a man with no real knowledge of what it is to die before his time.

And so we marched on, eyes squinting and mouths puckered. The air filled with the fumes of agents designed to poison and ****. Nothing is right here and, yet, nothing is wrong. This is who we are, who we're meant to be. And when the final shot has rung out, we will all know that it was all for something, all for security, all for the greater good. A life for the lives of the innocent. Lives for the life of the powerful. In the end, we know... It's all for nothing.

And when they find this, if they find this, they wil take it as just another note scrawled on the blood-stained pages of man with a duty to uphold and nothing but a life to give.