• There lies the broken shell of a man before you, ravaged by war time and time again...

    The figure's eyes close now, slowly, as if he were drifting off into a sweet slumber...

    Those cold broken eyes of his, now sheilded from the visions of war that have torn him limb
    from limb...

    The man now sleeps, never to awake. With naught else but a smile upon his face...

    This ravaged man...now happy, his war with those that should not have been complete.

    The wind sweeps his last words across the hurting land...

    I'm happy...

    Because...

    I'm free...