Prologue
Machine gun fire, explosions, and rifle shots played a musical in my mind. The smell of gunpowder, blood on your uniform, and a dead man's body touching yours. An extreme no man has to face. What makes us better than them? Skill, training, and morale? Are we different then our foreign brother? What makes a man wage war on the other? Is this a dream or a master plan, or are we here to serve as serve a purpose to one another? What is the difference between a wounded German and a wounded American? Aren't we all the same? What is difference between the first round and the last round fired. Nothing! Just the time in which the round was fired. Aren't people just the same? Is war the starting point in which someone realizes the hate in the world? Why does someone rage war on one another, is it to be the first in, and last one out?
Is one person better than the other?
Is that why we wage war? Is our soul purpose in life is to kill or be killed?
Is how we respond to the others actions different from the others?
Can't we all just get along or do we have to kill someone to feel better?
Does one man die, so another might live a few minutes longer? What is war all about then?
Guns, tanks, and soldiers? Is one bomb better, the solider that load sit or drops it on the enemy territory? Is an Artillery shell better than a motor?
Is a mortar better than a grenade or rifle grenade?
Is a grenade better than a bullet?
Is the bullet better than the solider who fired the bullet?
Is one man better than another?