Every day was a waking hell, and Roy didn’t know how much more he could take.

This war was like lead in his chest. These people weren’t violent rebels revolting against the government. The people they were killing were women and children, men and women and elderly people who couldn’t defend themselves.

He ran his gloved hand through his hair, being this far east was killing him. The military standard uniforms weren’t exactly tailored to this weather.

“I can’t stand this…” He murmured, wiping sweat off his brow.