I see the dead as someone's son, brother, uncle, father. Where yesterday they believed that tomorrow wouldn't be their day, a spear thrust into stomach a mortal wound and they would not see another sun rise. I try to see them not as just units in a formula, but as men called to fight because they're life is less value to them as the state's life. I try to perceive them from a soldiers perspective. Like a modern soldier in a fire fight, all there is chaos. Instead of the dramatized movie experiences of ancient war, with all the pomp and ceremony, I try to see it as a documentary, where there are no "best" decisions, only bad decisions slighty better than the other bad decision. Where in the midst of battle you can feel the bond between brothers. Men who you depend on and who depend on you. As a general, it is his duty to not simply throw them away. That man from that unit you foolishly threw in because you didn't take the time to consider that perhaps that other unit was better, will end up costing you the battle or future battles to come. That one can dictate the outcome of an entire war! For only death in battle will honorable warriors be taken to heaven!
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