I will always hate war, but will be forever proud of mine.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

You couldn’t see the soldiers as people. They were icons.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

First gain the victory and then make the best use of it you can.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

I get ahead by fighting hard, But fighting keeps my spirit strong.

The brave soldiers die. The cowards survive and write the history.