Death is a fleeting thing.

On a battlefield where countless lives are extinguished, even more so.

The comrade with whom you shared a meal just a few hours ago is now lying lifeless, eyes still open.

The superior who constantly picked apart every little thing you did, now breathes their last with a gurgle of blood.

Be it a husband newly married or a filial son caring for his elderly mother alone.

No one could escape the cruel blade of war.

“If you come back with all your limbs intact, it's a miracle. If you return with just a small …