Corporal Levin's confession left me shattered, shaken and deeply troubled. Imagine, a young man like that stealing his fallen friend's dog tags for a ticket home! The sensible side of me wanted to lash out at him. To tell him how wrong he was, assuming a dead soldier's identity. But thanks to Colonel Potter and his trip down memory lane, I had an epiphany of sorts. When I spoke to Gerald (the soldier's real name), he finally saw the error of his ways. He saw what harm it would have done to carry through with this awful thing. Now Levin can rest in peace.