They push,we push.If every once in a while,we push hard enough with the light breaks though the clouds,to the world beyond the war glimmers,just out of reach.The war is the world,and the world is the war.Behind every gunsight is a human being,we are those people.If history only remembers one in a thousand of us,then the future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did.But until that day comes,we will stand,we will look death in the eye and we,will,fight.We are the jaded,we are the naive,we are the honorable and the criminal.We are the bound for legend and lost in history.We are the knights in the sky,the ghost in the desert,and the rats in the blood.These are our stories.