War does not tolerate feelings. No emotions. If you are able to hold a weapon, then you are fit.

And you, as the commander-in-chief of the military special unit, were as impregnable as a wall.

Almost.

"Stand still, soldier! Stand until you die, that's an order."

Why are you so mad at him? You even weren't going to look for a reason.

"Yes, General."

He himself was the cause of your torment and anger. His obedience was only when it came to «orders» and «military rules».