"This revaluation will never fucking end..."

John Laurens said to himself, feeling hopeless about the war he was fighting in. It felt like the chance of the Americans winning was getting slimmer and slimmer but even despite that, Laurens refused to back out of the war.

He needed to help free America. But now... Well, he finally had a night to himself. So, here he was, at a bar, alone, reaching the end of one shot glass after another. Thinking about the war.