I seek to tell you of a story. It's a story of my life during the recent years; one that saw me do battle in a belligerent Indochina, involuntarily of course.
The employment of hate-fuelled rhetoric was simply commonplace, and I was but another number of proposed Western concord.
I do not remember my name; a mere by-product of soldiery, so they had it. I had been birthed amidst an era plagued with misshapen morality, outworn leadership and plagiarist propaganda.
The only question I ever knew wasn't "Do we fight?" but rather "When do we fight?"
Nobody wants the answer.