In the throes of war, a soldier can't stop to let his emotions settle and sift through his story to find the facts. He wades through waist-deep pools of politics and perjury, surrounded by the fog of fatigue and fear, and when the bullets and bombs appear out of the blanketed haze he shoots and runs and hides and prays that he'll make it out of this battle and see his family again and before he takes a breath it's over.
And his friend is dead at his feet.
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