Long have I wandered this wasteland beyond time. A crushing sense of loss fills my lungs in lieu of air. This desert of corpse dunes and bullet sand haunts the waking nightmares of my past. A ghastly melody of screams and wails, men cried for their mothers and fathers while being cruelly slain. My soul trapped, tethered to this memory of tragedy, bound with chains of agonizing grief. There will be no escape from my personal hell.