How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?

I joined the army to avenge the deaths of my family and to survive, but I've come to learn that if I am going to take revenge, in that process I will kill another person whose family will want revenge; then revenge and revenge and revenge will never come to an end.

We must strive to be like the moon

I am always quiet so that I know what to say when I must speak.

My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.

We all find joy and radiance and a reason to move on even in the most dire of circumstances. Even in chaos and madness, theres still a beauty that comes from just the vibrancy of another human spirit.

This is one of the consequences of the civil war. People stop trusting each other, and every stranger becomes an enemy.