Saba Tahir. Sky after the storm (№ 439275)

But sometimes death doesn't make sense. Sometimes you just kill, and even if you hate what you do, you are a soldier, this is your trade, and you kill again. Your friends are dying. The ones you love die. And when your own life comes to an end, you have no certainty that you did all this for some great purpose. On the contrary, you know for sure that something important has been taken from you, and you have given it up yourself. And the burden of this knowledge will remain with you until death. Only death will bring you oblivion.