Lazero's Verdict

Sometimes salvation comes from the last place you would. expect. "I got nothin'. War is a type a thing that empties you, like a mug full a beer turned upside down, the things you have to do, it just dries up your insides. When my brother died, that was it.” He removed the partially emptied magazine from his weapon and replaced it with a fresh one, chock-full of bullets, then he continued. “He civilized me. When he died, I lost that. That's why in war you need things.” He leaned against a wall as he went on. “Some people...pictures of girlfriends.” He took out another strip of cloth, his leg was bleeding again, but now his arm was too. Oscar gently took the strip from him and begun to tie off his arm. “Thanks,” said Sic Nick, then he continued, “...even parts of dead enemies. Fills em’ up with something. Meaningful things in war, it’s crazy, but that empty feeling, its unbearable, even if you fill it with parts of dead people...gotta find meaning.”