The man once covered in praises and showered in glory and sorrow has now passed away, what awaited him after his death? He had been seeking a comforting silence, he wanted nothing more than to be able to rest. The hundreds he killed, the cities he toppled, he wanted to move on and be content with himself in the after life.
As the leaves blew away in the wind, and the sound of rain struck the branches of the trees, his eyes opened. "Where am I? I was dead wasn't I?" He scanned his surroundings, for as far as he could see was nothing but trees, he was deep in a forest. As the rain hit his body he felt rejuvenated, "Is this the afterlife?" he asked himself, "I need to get out of this forest and find clues to where I am". He could hear the faint sound of water flowing, as he drew near the sound grew, The violent whips and screams of the water, the sounds reminded him of the great rapids. He knew that civilization should be near a water source, so he continued on following the stream. For hours he walked and he saw no changes to his scenery still just trees, as he continued walking his hunger grew. He found himself a branch and a rock to construct a makeshift spear. He found a shallow spot in the water to wade in, patiently waiting for a fish to come his way. As he caught some fish the rain stopped, he collected some twigs and brush to start a fire to roast his food, as he ate he sat and analyzed the situation, his body was younger maybe about 20 years of age, as he looked at his reflection in the water he couldn't tell if he looked the same or not, as he stared at himself dumbfounded " why cant i remember my own face?"
The man once known for his achievements in war is no more, with this fresh start what could await him? All he knew was that he would not repeat the same mistakes, in this life he wont follow orders he will be the one giving orders, he will not let his comrades in this life be sacrificed for a corrupt politicians and government officials.