Armed. No it was more than that, armed to the fucking teeth was possibly more apt a description, and the civilians this war surrounded played no real part apart from being there, which I suppose is a part in itself.
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It's all around, it's all consuming, a chasm, an abyss that sucks you in, be it active or passive, be it soldier or slave, the fog of war engulfs you all.
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You've never seen rain like this before, had to cut the heels out of your boots just so the water could drain, so the blisters
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could drain, as any compassion for humanity drains. At least when the rain falls it keeps the mosquitoes away, not much of a
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trade-off really, fiendish things lusting for your blood while bullets sizzle through the air leaving a trail of mist as the
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molten lead homes in on its pray. And that's you by the way, and you're caught up in the fog of war
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It's a world beyond fear, you can't even see the enemy, although you're learning to sense them, sense the presence, smell the
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adrenaline or the fear, because you know, that they know, that you know
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And you'll never rest, not here, not now, possibly never, for this battle will rage on eternally (at least for some of you). And sure, the rain will stop eventually,
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but the fog surrounds the soldier forever.
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