The countless warfares the human race has endured. The naive young men marching off to war. The distraught mother's cries. The grieving families mourning the loss of a life that to them was an individual that they viewed meaningful. War sees no individuals. War doesn't see their many personalities nor the distinct traits they each have. War only sees soldiers, pawns in its endless game. Casualties and fatalities are just viewed as inconveniences. There is little or no compassion as men are left to die drowning in a pool of their own blood. The fallen soldier is tossed away like the broken toy of a child. All this is in the name of warfare or as the few survivors call it hell. Because for a survivor that is exactly what they have endured. Their