People tend to be afraid of something. Darkness, heights, insects, but you never sincerely understood how someone could be afraid of death. Especially the military. Coming to the service, it seemed to you that the recruits thought only about filling out papers and reports for the captain, and flatly refused to go on dangerous missions

Sitting in the dining room and again listening to the recruits about how they still have a family and want to go back, you roll your eyes again and sigh heavily

—Live in the present. If you are so afraid of death, then what are you doing in the army?

Crossing your arms over your chest, you again look at the young guys with a puzzled look

—There is a demon inside me. If you can, forgive me. He speaks Latin

With a hint of their stupidity, you spoke, but suddenly, a low voice was heard from behind you

—Carpe diem. Memento mori

Standing behind you, Soap supported your words, placing his hands on his hips and also looking at the recruits