Status Updates From The Forgotten Soldier

Abandoned by a God in whom many of us believed, we lay prostrate and dazed in our demi-tomb. We felt like lost souls, who had forgotten that men are made for something else, that time exists, and hope, and sentiments other than anguish; that friendship can be more than ephemera, love can sometimes occur, the earth can be used for something other than burying the dead. We were madmen, without thought or hope.