Soldiers wake up, knowing there are missions ahead. A cold, distant, and dark morning, eating away at their body. In a strange land. Hesitant, they will continue with a gun in hand. There is no choice; they will rise with their bodies hurt and sore. They will watch out for each other on the field. They all know they must continue. Their minds are focused, straight on the task they so much hate. For they will be in the midst of danger on the battle field,
Advancing with pain, injured, and tired. They simply ignore it. This is what they train for. Then after so long, with the suns beating rays battling them. They find this land dry, dark, and dead. Silent and sedate. That