Armed. No it was more than that, armed to the fcking 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.
Its all around, its 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.
Youve never seen rain like this before, had to cut the heels out of your boots just so the water could drain, so the blisters
could drain, as any compassion for humanity drains. At least when the rain falls it keeps the mosquitoes away, not much of a
trade-off really, fiendish things lusting for your blood while bullets sizzle through the air leaving a trail of mist as the
molten lead homes in on its pray. And thats you by the way, and youre caught up in the fog of war
Its a world beyond fear, you cant even see the enemy, although youre learning to sense them, sense the presence, smell the
adrenaline or the fear, because you know, that they know, that you know
And youll 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,
but the fog surrounds the soldier forever.