The repetitive days feels like they're stuck in a loop - Explosions by the both sides of the war, screams and shouts of fury, rage and despair. This is way worse than the second world war...

The skies and the horizon are somewhat filled with dust of dirt coming from the harsh, red explosions. The clouds are starting to clear up as the smoke of the ordnances fills the air instead. Gunshots of both the west and east rivaling each other, the diversity of countries visible... But on one field, around fifty kilometers away where it all isn't raging... There's a human SPAA, having her dual guns ready... She looks bored, extremely bored. All the jets are on the front, but she's somewhat relieved as well. During this time, she takes the time to check her guns for any dust or dirt which could ruin her armaments...