June 21, 2100

The year is 2100. The war has been raging on for three years and the soldiers in it already have become used to the brutality of the war. It's a war for survival, the fittest walk away victors and the weak die in the fires of the victor's wake. The grunt of a platoon begins writing his account of the war, hiding nothing of how it has changed the men; he hopes for something but is unsure if the Humans will last long enough as strange visitors watch them with a peering eye.