The setting sun marks the end of another nervous day in the heat of the desert. The rotary blades of the helicopters shatter the silence, arriving to extract the wounded and weary troops from the frontline.
Their number savagely cut by a surprise burst of enemy fire, a hail of bullets ripping through streets seeking a victim. The visible scars worn by the wounded will heal but the mental tourture will haunt them forever. He was a friend, a brother, a hero but now ge is just another body, a number, a statistic of this bloody and thankless war.
When will the killing end, will the violence ever cease, will the World ever find peace or will future generations battle until their are no friends and only enemies remain?