In the barracks, the cafeteria was filled to the brim with soldiers, each one of them hungry for another day and, well, food.

Its walls were covered with faded posters, motivational slogans and photos of wartime heroes.

Amidst the clatter of trays and the murmurs of conversations, the aroma of coffee lingered in the air.

Soap stuffed another piece of sausage into his mouth before looking up. "And watcha starin' at me for, mate, eh?" He laughed.