For a few brief moments, there was peace as the battle faded into the distance, she looked around the remains of the building, which had once housed happy children of any town USA, before politics, demagoguery, and all-around hatred, driven home by media sensationalism caused an unrepairable rift in the country. She thought of those who would not see the end of the war, like their brethren in wars past, lives wasted for power brokers who didn’t care about any of them. It was a solemn peacefulness as she remembered squad-mates and their quirks. She then picked up a small bear, and thought of her own child lost very early in the orgy of destruction. She looked at it for a long time before a burst of gunfire rang out blocks away. “Time to go fight,” she sighed, dropping the toy.