They push, We push. Every once in a while, we push hard enough that the light breaks through the clouds. Then the world beyond the war glimmers. Just out of reach. The war is the world, and the world is the war. But behind every gun sight is a human-being. We are those people. We are the jaded, and we are the naive. We are the honorable, and the criminal. We are the bound for legend, and the lost to history. We are the knights of the sky, the ghost in the desert, and the rants in the mud. These are our stories.
他们敢推进,我们就推回去。每隔一段时间,我们就会死命推进,直到云层中出现一道曙光,照亮了战争以外的世界,那个我们碰不到的世界。在这场世界大战中,每个国家都无法置身事外。但每次扣下扳机的,都是活生生的人。我们就是那些人。我们麻木不仁,我们天真无邪。我们是可敬的英雄,也是十恶不赦的罪犯。我们注定成为传奇,也注定在历史中消逝。我们是天空中的骑士、沙漠中的鬼魂、泥土中的鼠辈。这些是我们的故事。