Turns out, I was really in the mood to write a combat chapter. They're not my strong suit, but I've been stuck on Intermission II for far too long. Concerning the anime, my new favorite part is HK416 (*cough* HKM4 *cough*) getting her ass kicked by M16A1 (despite the latter having a 416 in one shot [like SOPMOD having an M16 in Episode 3]) and Shi Jun has a death wish for asking Kalina out. She's mine, you dirty otaku!

And I just realized that I may have spoiled a planned ship. Fuck.

I know I put in the PTSD tag on the AO3 version of the story, but I haven't properly represented the trauma everyone suffers from thanks to World War 3 and the Griffin/Sangvis War, so I'm going to make sure it's properly handled, unlike canon RWBY. Also, I'm not too good at the whole hurt/comforting thing, but I'm trying to improve.

Thank you for reading!

Sector 09 Base

Neo-Soviet Union

July 4, 2062

Tactical Doll M1911

"A new mission? What is it?"

"I dunno. The Commander hasn't said anything yet."

The T-Dolls of Echelon 1 approached the Command Room at a steady pace, talking about their newest mission. Although their newest member was nervously fidgeting around, M1911 was actually kind of excited. After a month of waiting around, she was finally getting to do her job again, and after that wonderful first mission, she couldn't wait for her next one.

AK-47 seemed to share that sentiment, grinning madly as she followed her leader. Her vodka bottles had been converted to Molotovs, thanks to G36 convincing her to do so, but she didn't mind it.

MP5 wasn't so used to back-to-back combat missions, and Sten was worrying about her friends, but they followed her all the same.

FN-49 was a nervous mess. She was very worried about screwing up, which was natural for a T-Doll that was just produced a day ago, but her shy demeanor didn't help her at all.

"Worried about screwing up, 49?" M1911 asked the timid young woman.

"Y-Yes. W-What if I f-fail and get sent t-to the civilian market?" FN-49 replied. "What if he doesn't like me?"

"Our old Commander gave AK a chance, and she was terrible, and even though she was still kinda bad, our new one likes her, too! Anyways, social ineptitude isn't a must-have for shooting, and you're a Rifle, so you don't even have to be in the thick of it!"

"True..."

"Besides, who wouldn't like a cutie such as yourself? I didn't know the Commander had such good taste in T-Dolls."

"You know, I can hear everything you're saying, and although you are all cute, I'm a bit more concerned with combat efficiency at the moment." the Commander's voice rang through the halls. "And don't worry, 49, your model's a pretty good 2-star model. You'll do good."

"U-um, okay..."

Commander Ian Becker

Ian watched as his troops entered the command room and stood at attention, ready to receive a new mission. Looking back at the holotable, which projected the mission area, he looked at the five T-Dolls in his office and gave them their orders.

"Okay, HQ wants us to clear the way for a group of wounded T-Dolls that are carrying vital intel for the war effort against Sangvis Ferri. It's just like last time, except that there's more hostiles in the area, and they have another drone type on the field. Say hello to the Scout."

Ian pressed a node on the map and a small violet drone with a pink "visor," two bottom fins with thrusters on them, and two small particle cannons on top of it appeared over the map.

"Those things?! They suck!" M1911 groaned irritably.

"They have bad durability and mediocre firepower, but they have high mobility, which makes hitting them a pain." Ian explained to FN-49. "They were pretty bad in the war, as in 'a major nuisance for the US Army' bad, but their new models give them even more mobility. Fortunately, they tend to fly close enough that you can just whack them with your weapons, and FN-49 shouldn't have too much trouble hitting them, seeing as her model often produces good markswomen."

"U-um, thank you for thinking so highly of me, Commander..."

"You're welcome."

"Sorry to break up the moment, sir, but where's the mission taking place?" AK-47 asked.

"An abandoned town about fifteen miles away from here. As there are more hostiles in the area, you'll have better luck destroying the drones' control unit, which is located in the Command Post here."

Ian returned to the map and pointed at the red Command Post node, which sat parallel to the blue Command Post node.

"But if you can, I'd prefer that you scrap all of them." he told the Echelon firmly.

"Yes, sir!" they shouted in unison.

"Your ride's waiting for you in Garage 01. He's already been informed of the mission, so you don't need to give him coordinates. Oh, one more thing."

"What is it?" M1911 asked.

"Make sure you get back in one piece, okay? I heard that bandits like to camp out this area, and I'd hate to lose you to a bunch of salvagers."

"We'll be careful, sir."

Tactical Doll M1911

Had there not been an omnipresent risk of being obliterated by army of rampant Romanian androids seeking to destroy humanity, M1911 would have thought that her team was simply on a road trip. The war-torn countryside was a bit depressing but strangely beautiful, if ond could ignore the dried bloodstains and destroyed buildings or vehicles scattered throughout the towns they passed through. Not to mention the signs of Sangvis Ferri's conquest of Sector 09.

Like their target.

"It's oddly beautiful out here, if you don't pay attention to all the death and destruction." the HG stated, exhaling. Oxygen wasn't required for T-Dolls, but it was a programmed function to simulate breathing. It also served the purpose of venting excessive heat, a much-needed thing when on the field.

"Yeah. Too bad the bars are all destroyed." AK-47 mused. "I'd like to go back to my old job from time to time."

"You can be a barmaid for Springfield." M1911 suggested.

"But the café's in ruin!"

"Then we'll get it fixed. But for now, we've got to push Sangvis back."

AK-47 didn't say anything else to her leader, instead opting to strike a conversation with MP5 and Sten. Sighing, M1911 just continued to look out the Humvee's window, wishing that they would just reach the mission area as soon as possible.

Commander Ian Becker

Ian watched as Echelon 1's Humvee drive through the residential areas, the five signals of his T-Dolls shown as green dots inside the military vehicle. Having gotten the holotable updated, he now had the option to show every individual member of an Echelon on the map, unlike with the outdated version that only showed the leader. Stsnding beside him was Kalina, who was busy reviewing the intel on the mission, as she was elsewhere during the briefing.

"They certainly have interesting conversations in the Humvee, don't they?" Ian asked.

"You're listening in on them, sir?" the ginger asked.

"They left their comms open. At least they're not saying anything personal."

"That isn't the point, Komandir."

"Right."

Ian then used the already-open comms channel to address the T-Dolls.

"Ladies, you left your comms open, so you ought not say anything private or turn it off." he told them.

"Thanks for reminding me, sir." M1911 replied.

"Eh, you're welcome. Speaking of the mission, you're only about a mile away from the mission area, and Sangvis is waiting for you, so get ready for a fight."

"Understood."

"Be careful out there. Commander Becker out." Ian said, finally turning the comms off.

Tactical Doll M1911

M1911 watched as MP5 and Sten told FN-49 what her role in the operation was, the two SMGs speaking gently so they didn't startle her too much. She then cast her gaze to the team drunk, watching her load her rifle, then pull out a Makarov PM and load it as well.

"You actually brought a pistol this time?" the HG asked. "I'm amazed."

"Komandir Becker said it was better for me to do so." AK-47 told her leader as she holstered her pistol. "Speaking of... do you have a pistol, rookie?"

"U-um, yes..." FN-49 said, showing the AR her Browning Hi-Power. "I hope I don't have to use it, though..."

"That would be bad." M1911 said, looking out the window of the Humvee to see a mass of dead bodies strewn across the street, dried blood pooled around them. The sight gave the blonde shivers, and it didn't help that she had seen massacres like this happen back in the States, as order had been all but lost in smaller cities, like one of her old workplaces.

"Alright, ladies." the driver said as they drove through an empty street. One that was littered with potholes and bits of debris.

"This street seems a bit odd..." FN-49 noted, clutching her rifle tighter.

"But it's just like the others..." MP5 mused.

M1911 knew better than that. Her past experiences involved a lot of IEDs and bandits that couldn't face their victims head-on, so the street they were on seemed like a good place to stage an ambush to her, especially since it was sandwiched by vacant stores and crashed vehicles.

"Driver, stop the vehicle." the veteran T-Doll ordered.

The man wordlessly obeyed, stopping the vehicle right in front of a suspicious pothole. After comfirming that it contained an IED, M1911 then contacted her Commander.

"Commander, we've ran into an IED. We're gonna continue to the target on foot."

"Great, bandits..." the Commander uttered. "I don't know if you're still authorized to use lethal force against humans, but I would steer clear of any bandits. Better to let Sangvis deal with them."

"Understood. M1911 out."

Cutting the link, the HG faced her team.

"Let me guess, bandits?" AK-47 asked.

"Yup. We're going on foot."

M1911 left the Humvee, grabbing spare ammo, smoke grenades, and another explosive charge for the enemy Command Post. Her subordinates soon followed suit, with AK-47 grabbing a bayonet for herself and FN-49. The Belgian T-Doll attached it without trouble, a perk of her Imprint having bayonets in mind.

"That is for when you have no ammo and can't pull your pistol out." the drunk explained.

"I understand..."

"Head back to base and drive carefully, sir." M1911 told the driver as MP5 and Sten left the Humvee with ammo and grenades of their own, causing him to take a U-turn and head back to base.

The Echelon proceeded towards the objective, checking every building, car, or alley for potential hostiles. However, there wasn't anything nearby.

"For a Sangvis-owned territory, this place is pretty empty." AK-47 commented as gunfire and plasma fire sounded off in the distance.

"That's because I think those bandits are keeping them occupied." M1911 said, sending the SMGs ahead to scout. "Either them, or it's those wounded T-Dolls we need to find."

"Makes sense."

"We just found another IED!" Sten reported over the Zener network.

"Stay clear of it and mark it for us. Do you see any hostiles?"

"No, ma'am. The fighting's getting louder, though."

"Got it. I'll notify the Commander."

The HG then contacted the Commander again.

"Sir, we haven't made contact yet, but there's Sangvis duking it out with someone."

After a short pause, the Commander replied.

"It's just bandits. If you thought it was the wounded T-Dolls, then they're holed up in an old mall a few klicks ahead. Be careful, those outlaws are falling back and will end up in your lap pretty damn soon."

"Got it, sir."

"Good. Commander Becker out."

The Commander cut the link, leaving Echelon 1's leader to contact her teammates.

"Those bandits Sangvis is fighting are falling back! Get back here, SMGs!" she barked into the comms.

"Ja, gnädige Frau!" MP5 promptly replied.

As the two little T-Dolls rejoined their team, M1911 saw a group of men armed with AKMs running around the corner, clad in worn out brown and grey garb with gas masks for the radiation (which was funny, considering that this place had rather negligible radiation levels.) They looked rather worn out and were being chased by a group of flying Sangvis drones.

Wordlessly the Echelon took cover behind anything that could conceal them, letting the bandits run past as the Scouts pursued them.

After the hostile combatants disappeared from view, the T-Dolls left their cover and continued towards their objective, eyes peeled for any Sangvis units that were still in the immediate vicinity.

This paid off, as they encountered a group of Prowlers and Scouts in a small park ahead of them, surrounded by dead bodies.

"Open fire!" M1911 ordered.

The Sangvis units barely had time to react before Echelon 1 opened fire, destroying a pair of Prowlers and a Scout before the drones returned fire, forcing the assault T-Dolls to take cover or use evasive maneuvers, with Sten's jacket getting singed by enrmy fire.

M1911 chucked a smoke grenade at the drones, grinning as the Sangvis' weaker cameras were obscured by the thick smoke. As their shots went haywire, she and her team fired into the smoke, destroying four more Prowlers and shredding a Scout.

Then as the smoke cleared, plasma bolts tore through M1911's shoulder.

"Boss!"

"M1911!"

The HG yelled in pain as she hit the ground, clutching her damaged shoulder and cursing loudly. She forced herself into an upright crouched position, picking her namesake pistol up and sparing a look over her cover, seeing a pair of T-Dolls with dark purple and pink-streaked hair, red eyes that were covered by pink visors, and pale skin.

They wore violet leotards with very long cleavage windows that revealed their stomachs a little and attachment points for armor plates, steel-grey gauntlets with detached sleeves, steel-grey robotic legs that promoted mobility, and wielded two bulky SMGs.

Rippers?!

"Commander, we've got Rippers on the field!" M1911 reported.

"Rippers?! There weren't supposed to be any Doll units there!" the Commander yelled.

"Well, they're here, and I'm hit!"

"Damn it! How bad is it?"

"Just my shoulder!"

"That's a relief."

AK-47 joined M1911 in her cover, pulling out a repair kit from her bag and pulling her leader's jacket off, revealing her crimson-stained sleeveless shirt.

"Hold still." she instructed as the HG squirmed in her hold. "This isn't too bad, but it could've been worse."

"Since when were you medical-certified?"

"Since I was the only one who thought to grab a repair kit."

The drunkard unbuttoned M1911's shirt and peeled the left shoulder off, revealing a nasty pair of plasma-burnt holes that were leaking red coolants. She pulled out some kind of foam and placed the nozzle in each hole, sealing them up and earning a yelp from her patient.

"Damn, that hurts!"

"Sorry about that."

"They've got grenades! Watch out!"

An explosion impacted their cover, causing AK-47 to position herself to protect M1911 from the shrapnel. Thankfully, the concrete barrier held, and the T-Dolls exhaled in relief.

"That should do it until we get back." AK-47 told M1911 after wrapping bandages around her shoulder.

As she replaced her clothes, the HG looked back at FN-49, who was firing back at the Rippers while being covered by the SMGs.

Speaking of the SMGs, she hoped that they weren't hurt like she was.

Tactical Doll MP5

MP5 narrowly dodged a kick from one of the Rippers, shooting her in the torso with a long burst of 9mm rounds and destroying her, purple-black oils spilling out of the wounds.

As the Ripper fell, MP5 saw a trio of Scouts flying in a circle around Sten's head, forcing the Brit to spray and pray just to be able to hit them.

The SMG Doll raised her namesake weapon and fired the rest of her magazine at the drones, destroying two of them and allowing FN-49 to finish the last one off with a single shot.

"Watch out!"

MP5 activated her energy shield device just in time, effortlessly deflecting a burst ot plasma fire from the last Ripper. Rolling away from her as her shield turned off, she reloaded her SMG and fired at the Sangvis Doll, groaning as she evaded her shots.

Looking at her wounded leader's position, the tiny T-Doll saw that M1911 and AK-47 were on the move, with the former on her feet again and both women firing blindly at the enemy.

In response, the Ripper took cover behind a water fountain, blind firing at the AR and HG. Running at her top speed to reach the two mobile T-Dolls, MP5 held her arms out and projected her shield in a wall, blocking the bolts again.

If she didn't know better, then she'd say that the Ripper had just swore at her.

As the Sangvis left cover to get a better position, a single round penetrated her head, splattering the grass and asphalt with her oils.

"I did it!" FN-49 cheered, emerging from her cover with a smile on her face as her rifle's barrel emitted smoke from the headshot.

Tactical Doll FN-49

"Commander, the area's secure, and M1911's safe." FN-49 reported.

"Thank God. I thought I'd have to get her extracted. Anyways, forget securing the whole area. Just go for the Command Post and destroy it." the man replied.

"Y-yes sir."

"Fortunately, there's only one more patrol to deal with before you reach the Command Post, but it's got Rippers in it, so you should still be careful. Commander Becker out."

FN-49 approached her leader and repeated what the Commander said.

"Alright. Any more Sangvis Dolls?"

"Oui. Just Rippers, though..."

"Let's get moving, ladies! We've still got some Sangvis ass left to kick!" M1911 yelled.

Commander Ian Becker

Ian looked back at the holotable, seeing Echelon 1 proceed towards the Command Post as planned, despite having wounded. It worried him that one of his T-Dolls were already wounded, and that his intel was wrong. Since when were Rippers in the area?!

"Worried about them?" Kalina asked, placing a comforting hand on Ian's shoulder.

"Yeah. It's only my second mission, and M1911 got hurt. Not to mention, I totally forgot to account for there being Doll units in the area. I know you told me that I'm capable of leading them, but I don't feel like it." he confessed.

"It wasn't the same for him, but he still felt out-of-place here."

"What are you talking about?"

"The old Commander was an infantryman like you were during the war, but over there, he didn't have to worry about losing anyone he cared about whenever a Doll died, because they were simply machines, and in the beginning, he had that mindset, too, but things changed, and suddenly, he started caring for the Dolls."

My predecessor sounds a lot like Hsu from the academy...

"It doesn't help that I've seen what I've seen." Ian shuddered as he remembered seeing the broken and bloodied bodies of his brothers-in-arms throughout the war, their agonized expressions burned into his mind for eternity.

"But, despite what happened in that hell, I won't let it hold me back. I may have not been able to save my fellow soldiers, but I'll be damned if I let those who are under my command die if I can help it."

"That's the spirit, sir." Kalina told him. "But you can't save everyone, you know."

"Yeah, I do know."

"Commander, we've found the Command Post!" Sten reported this time.

Ian turned his attention to the holotable, seeing five green dots on the very edges of the hostile Command Post node, with about seven blue dots nearby.

Those must be the damaged T-Dolls I need to get extracted...

"You know the drill. Blow it up and--"

"Oh, no! They're attacking the wounded Dolls!" the British T-Doll exclaimed.

"Scrap those Sangvis bastards immediately! If those Dolls die, we're screwed!"

"Understood!"

Tactical Doll M1911

"Miss M1911, those Dolls are in danger! Our orders are to destroy the ones attacking them before they die!"

From inside of a destroyed building, M1911 primed a scavenged frag grenade and prepared to throw it, aiming at the numerous Prowlers stationed in front of the target building. Likewise, AK-47 pulled a Molotov and her lighter out, aiming at the crowd as well.

"On my mark..." M1911 said, cocking her arm back while AK-47 lit her Molotov.

FN-49 set up behind the engine block of a car, aiming at the Ripper closest to the T-Dolls' position while MP5 readied her shield and Sten primed a proper incendiary grenade. And as a Prowler bearing explosives on its frame rolled out of the Command Post and the wounded T-Dolls ran out of ammo, M1911 decided that it was time.

"Mark!"

The T-Dolls threw their grenades at once, with their explosive ordnance landing in the crowd of Sangvis and exploding at once, either blowing them to pieces or setting them on fire. The leading Ripper turned her attention to the Echelon only to get her head blown off by FN-49, and the suicide Prowler was prematurely destroyed, removing the threat to the wounded Dolls. However, the other three Rippers dodged her fire, and a group of Scouts flew towards their position to attack them.

"You two, draw their fire!"

"Ja, gnädige Frau!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The SMGs ran out the building and into the street, darting around the Scouts and drawing their fire as FN-49 downed them with well-placed shots, causing the remaining Sangvis to shift their attention towards her.

At the Commander's recommendation, M1911 and AK-47 emerged from their cover, moving from building to building to reach the Command Post and end the fight. Noticing this, a pair of Rippers entered the buildings to stop them.

The two split away from each other, with AK-47 repeatedly ramming her bayonet into her Ripper's chest and piercing her Core, coating the AR in purpleish oils as her enemy died.

"That was for A-91!" she yelled.

M1911, on the other hand, sent her Ripper on a miniature wildgoose chase that led to her getting caught in a bear trap of all things.

As she went to pry the trap open (as Sangvis Dolls had the strength to do so,) the HG dumped her silver pistol's magazine into the Dolls' Core and head, killing her instantly.

As AK-47 provided cover fire for her teammates, M1911 entered the Command Post, immediately activating her built-in night vision lenses to see clearly in the dark, red-lit room.

A lit up terminal immediately caught her eye, causing her to approach it and tap it, bringing up a system menu with a login screen.

"Great."

I'm not getting into this thing. Whelp, time for the original plan.

M1911 saw a set of unused charges in a crate, complete with a detonator, and she grinned.

"Hehe, I don't even need to use the explosive I brought."

She grabbed them and began placing them on the building's support beams, the computers, and the command module.

When she was all done, she ran out of the building and hid behind a semi truck, holding the detonator.

"Blowing it!"

The HG pressed the button on the detonator, and the dark structure combusted, the C4 Sangvis had to use causing an even more spectacular explosion than the homemade bomb she originally had would have done. At once, the Sangvis units all entered a dormant state, collapsing onto the concrete without anything to direct them.

"Command Post destroyed!" she reported. "It's safe to extract those T-Dolls!"

"Great work, 1911. I'll contact HQ and get an extraction chopper over there." the Commander replied.

"Good. I'm beat, and my shoulder's killing me!" the blonde said, sitting down behing the truck.

"Duly noted."

Commander Ian Becker

Ian exhaled in relief after hearing Echelon 1's leader confirm the Command Post's destruction. He had faith in their abilities, but he was honestly a little scared for them after M1911 was shot.

Beside him, Kalina also let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand on her chest.

Noticing the lack of coffee in his cup, he decided to give the young woman something to do.

"Kalina, please go make me another cup of coffee."

"Yes, sir."

After she left the room, Ian pulled up the call menu and dialed Helian. Within two rings, the grey-haired woman answered, her hologram shown sitting in a chair this time.

"Hello, Commander." she greeted. "I trust that you have good news."

"The extraction point's clear. All Sangvis units have been eliminated and no bandits are in the area." he replied.

"Well done, Commander. I'm sending helicopters to pick them and your forces up."

"Understood. I need a favor."

"What is it?"

"My base is in serious disrepair, and we need some extra funds to get the ball rolling on actually fixing it."

Helian nodded at him, taking in his request.

"I'll send some more funds your way, but if you use them for anything other than fixing your base, then we'll both be in trouble."

"You don't have to worry about that." Ian reassured.

"Good."

"Ma'am, what did those wounded Dolls have that was so important?"

"It's classified, but if it checks out, then it will mean all-out war between us and Sangvis Ferri. And before you ask, that includes your base as well." Helian replied.

"I expected to hear that."

Just like the second time Helian called him, a ping sounded off from behind the senior officer.

"Anything serious?"

"No. It's just HQ wondering if those Dolls are on the way. Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then I'll see you later, Commander."

Helian's hologram phased out of existence, leaving the Commander alone again to process what he just heard.

"Komandir, we just found another stray Griffin Doll!" AK-47 reported, causing Ian to sigh before replying.

"Where?"

"She was one of the bandits' prisoners, but Sangvis scared the cowards off before they could do anything to her. She's very glad to see us, though."

"Who is it?"

"An FNC."

Ian was familiar with FNC Dolls, having been given the 3-star AR a lot in the academy sims. She was pretty good, but she went through chocolate bars like they were water, which may or may not become a problem in the future.

"Bring her with you. We've got the room.

"Got it. Do s'vidania."

Tactical Doll AK-47

"I just talked to my Commander, and he's willing to take you in, pipsqueak."

The FNC Doll, who had braided blonde hair with light blue eyes, a small stature, and white and brown clothes, let out a "woohoo!" before taking a chocolate bar from a crate of them, opening it up and chomping into it.

"Thank you! I don't know what I would have done if you weren't around!" she yelled.

Meanwhile, as the helicopter came in to pick the wounded up, the Russian simply decided to take some of the bandits' vodka and add it to her stash, leaving the dark and dusty room with FNC in tow.

The rest of her Echelon was escorting the wounded T-Dolls onto the helicopter, most of them bearing very serious injuries.

"Through early morning fog, I see... visions of the things to be... the pains that are withheld for me... I realize and I can see..."

An old American song played in the helicopter, but AK-47 didn't know what it was. However, the lighter-injured Ingram MAC-10 and M1911 seemed to know it.

"Is that Suicide is Painless?" the Ingram asked.

"Holy crap, it is."

"...suicide is painless, it brings on many changes..."

"How fitting." M1911 muttered, helping the Ingram onto the helicopter, then lifting a very handicapped M14 Doll up, staining herself in crimson coolants in the process.

"...and I can take or leave it if I please..."

The helicopter door shut, and the aerial vehicle took off for Griffin HQ, with their own extraction landing in its place.

The door opened and the copilot beckoned Echelon 1 inside, with AK-47 getting on last. Before she got on, she cast her gaze towards the destroyed town hall and the dead Doll and human bodies strewn across it, the carnage horrifically familiar to her and sparking unpleasant feelings inside of her.

"AK, you there?' M1911 asked, getting the drunk's attention.

"Yeah, I'm there." she replied, getting on and shutting the door behind her as the helicopter took off, heading towards the Sector 09 base at a steady pace.

However, it didn't stop her from feeling terrible inside, especially as she looked at her leader, who gently caressed her shoulder as she looked out the window.

And unfortunately, as she wasn't in the base yet, the Commander's order to not drink on missions still prevented her from drinking it away, leaving her to feel that way for the whole trip.

This took a lot of time to write, so I hope it's good enough to be worth it.

I'm contemplating adding Shi Jun and Kamalov from the manga to this, as they're some of the better parts and I want this to be different from other fics. Don't worry, the game version of Ian meeting Kryuger still happens.

Suicide is Painless is the theme song of the movie M*A*S*H, and despite the fact that it was meant to be the "stupidest song ever written," it's a song that glorifies the freeing aspects of a terrible thing: suicide. Unfortunately, around Vietnam War times, it was often better to kill yourself than get captured by the Viet Cong.

I'll see you all next chapter.