They call her the brains behind all that happened. They make it out to be as if she had no part in the action – she simply stood by and watched as her friends battled to the death, her nose probably in some book. No one seems to understand the hardships thrust upon her. She fought, and more bravely than most men can attest to. And every night as she lay down to sleep, she wept with the bitter realization that she killed men, took life when it needed to be taken. Some might call my wife weak for feeling remorse over killing those who deserved death above all others, but they would be the people that do not understand her and all that she strives for in this war-stricken world.