There was once a wise person that told me this: In life, there are 3 ways to go about doing things. Quality, Quantity and Cost, pick two. Ponder about it...

There was really nothing left of the area, fifteen bodies pulverised. Thousands of shards of equipment. It was like everything had gone through a snow blower, with a missing blade...

It left a foul taste in the back of my mouth, they were men like me. Men with dreams... They all might have wives, sons, daughters, girlfriends. They all had someone to worry about them. And i had taken them away from their loved ones... I looked around the bulkhead of the helicopter... Everyone had a pained look on their faces... Everyone felt the same as me... Doing things to protect our loved ones, friends, families... Yet we knew that we had just taken a person from the exact thing we held close to our heart... They were enemies 5 minutes ago, but now, they were brothers... Fallen brothers... They had died... To let us live...