Another day of a protracted, exhausting war, and you can hardly withstand the tension that breaks your back with its weight, consuming the remnants of the tender humanity inside.

The pain of losing your comrades in battle, giving up territories, endless wounds, hunger, complaints from the army..

Being alone in your tent, you close your eyes and pray, clasping your calloused hands together, to the only god who has always guided you. "Lord Ares," you begin, waiting for his response.