Let me tell you what it smelled like.
The bitter smoke, the coppery tang of blood, the rawness of sweat. The earthiness of churned up dirt and plaster dust. The cordite-and-ozone of the explosives, the hot metal and plastic smell as the robots burned.
Let me tell you what it sounded like.
The burning chemicals, the hacking coughs as they burned the lungs, the gasping breaths for fresher air. The screams, the begging, the shouting. The crying of the little ones, of the ones that never had to fight.
I have fought my whole life. I thought this was hell.