We the unwilling, led by the unqualified, to kill the unfortunate, die for the ungrateful. So much has gone wrong in these past few years. Soldiers are alone. The majority of the population are against war all together; the minority just doesn't agree with this particular war. So much is unknown; why we're here, what's the motives, who is the enemy? I'll tell you who; it's us. We invaded. We fired the first shot. We killed the innocent. Everyday we see combat; every hour another body drops. Everything here is earned in blood, yet rewarded with disgrace. We hate what we do, the enemy hates what we do, the public hates what we do. Yet, we still fight. We still find reasons to stay. Only two things are gained here; death and insanity.