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Looking out on the field reserved for battle, a soldier can achieve no rest.
The words, “this too shall pass” pulse through his brain, but they are hollow, and serve no comfort.
He relentlessly replays war tactics and sees them play-out on the grass below him.
He was trained for that.
But his comrades provide no comfort.
They are in the same position as he.
Talk, training, and talking about training isn’t as useful as he had anticipated…
Because the fear of battle is not as strong as the fear of it eventually ending.
During a battle he can use his hands.
Instinct kicks-in, and the mere struggle to survive is too strong.
He was trained for that.
But there is no preparation for his own silent mind…
And that is what he’s afraid of.

Morning comes, and battle ensues.
Needless to say, it is as he predicted.
He was trained for this.
But the struggle between both sides comes closer to an end.
Only vaguely remembering the toil of anticipation, he looks up at the hill where he was frozen the night before…
But wishes he could have stayed there.
He knows his life is changing drastically, as he witnesses the last enemy threat fall.
How he wishes another regiment would charge over his hill.
But they would never come…

…And he wasn’t trained for that.