• Your a solider. As your walking through one of the city's your invading,which one it is,who knows. Your commander doesn't tell you a thing. as your walking along you find a enemy solider,he is in the corner in a house, hugging his gun shaking and crying,screaming. you know enough of his language to tell hes praying to God,longing to go home and be with his wife and kids. you point your rifle at him,but you put it down, salute and walk away, he is not your enemy, he is just another solider...and victim. Victim of this long,cold and hard war. There is no honor in killing a man as to leave his family alone, sad and hungry. your walking on the street. you see a man with half of his body blown off. you kill him, you don't know if he is a friend or enemy, heck, you don't know if he is a solider,you did that to put him out of his misery. You question yourself, why are you fighting,if it's not for honor,why? you did it because someone,sitting in a leather chair,2000 miles away told you to. You did it to protect his power. What happens if you don't fight, someone else will take his place on the comfy leather chair,no big deal. so why are you fighting?