Character: Jonathan Miller

We arrived from all over the world. Many of us thought that this war will be our big adventure, a ritual of growing up. I will say this: no it is not adventure. Instead, we found fear and calls him on the war, only death.

They come - we are coming. We are fighting bravely, to see a glimmer of light in this never-ending war... at least for a moment. War is the whole world, and the world is at war, where every sight is a man. And these people - we are. Hardened by life and naive, honest and the criminals. We created for legends, but don't get a story. We are the celestial knights. We - desert ghosts. We are - trench-rats. And it is our history.

Once this is all over. The last war will end, someone will win. Rust guns, it will sprout grass. And from this nothing will remain: the Earth will heal, as all is healed. Perhaps by the time we'll be long dead, but not forgotten. If history is characterized by at least one of thousands, the future will be filled with legends about who we were and what he did. How they lived, how they fought, how he died. When this is all over, and the war is won, we will remember. But until that day comes, we will survive! We will look death in the face! And we will fight!