The Ploom of Ash and Human Blood

Oh how war is a memory of every generation. It renders us hardened but forever scared from pride, yet death at the same level. Two different things all bonded ever so closely on the battlefield. The hardships endured could render any man mad. The turmoils of war, it saddens to say that to cease war would to be to cease humanity all together. War is a way of life, this is being human.