have a sick and twisted relationship with the concept of war. The twisted way it affects my soul leaves me sickened. On the one hand, I admire the valor of the combatants and the high ideals that sees a person put their life on the line to protect their comrades in arms on the battlefield. It is an act of self-sacrifice that is typically viewed through the lens of heroism. Being a bit of an adrenaline junkie, I imagine myself traipsing through dangerous territory with an awareness heightened to its peak knowing death is imminent and one mistake in the future could render me an insignificant statistic in a massive spreadsheet lost to the archives of time.
