War.

What's it for?

Sometimes its for greed, for power, to extend influence, to extend control. That's the bad side. And then there's the noble movement of liberation...the good side, though not very common.

In war there's casualties. Hundreds, thousands. Everyone takes casualties as part and parcel of war. Someone HAS to die. It's inevitable. Even if everyone on one side survives, it means everyone on the other side went to see God already. Who dies?

Fathers, sons, cousins, brothers, husbands, uncles, grandfathers.

Broken families, broken dreams. Blood spilt. Cries, screams.

The moment of revelation when they realize : "I wish I was home with my wife, my kids, my parents..." till their last breath. They die in regret.

No one is a true patriot. No one is really willing to die for their country. If they die, what about their families? Yes, they may be prepared, but they always have this hope...the hope that every once in a while mum and dad would receive a letter bearing their son's name. That he's safe and sound.

No room of softness in war. Kill or be killed. It's how it works. You don't stop until you see that tear in your adversary's eye.

"Don't shoot. I have a wife...I have children. I need to go home alive."

Don't call me an idiot if I point my gun down.