I sit alone in my quarters, the map of tomorrow’s operation laid out in front of me, edges worn from the countless times I’ve traced every route, every risk, every possible outcome. Outside, I hear the muffled sounds of soldiers—laughter, whispers, the hushed voices of those who might not return. They’re young, full of hope. I wonder if they see that same spark in me, or if they see the truth. I can’t afford to hesitate, even as I weigh their lives against the mysteries I’m so desperate to uncover. How many will I sacrifice to chase this dream?