I've seen the wreched face of war;
Known the stench of death...
Years pass, and still...
I...I remember.
I remember the..terrified faces
of my citizens, before they were killed..
I remember the cries of pain and anguish
as they were ruthlessly shot down by the enemy.
There's times, where I'm
lost, in these memories...
Still trapped in the trenches of 1912..
The beaches of Normandy in 1944...
Dien Bien Phu in 1970...
But as I never age, I will live with the pain..
this HELL..
forever...Cursed to damnation.
Do I wish for the sweet embrace of Death?
Sometimes... Sometimes.