Sergeant Nichols held the young man in his arms as he bled to death on the sandy field of battle, his blood spilling all over the desert floor.“Sergeant, I can see things for what they really are now,” said the young man.
“Just hang on, Private,” said Nichols. “The choppers are on their way.”
“I never thought I’d die this way,” said the young man, beads of sweat dripping down his face, the blood pumping out of him to the rapid beating of his heart.
“You’re not going to die, kid, okay? That’s a direct order.”
“Yessir.”
“Just keep calm and quiet.”
“Y’know what, Sergeant? Now that I see things as they really are, I think this war business is kind of foolish.”
“Kid, even a five-star general knows this, and most of them hate war to begin with. Hell, I hate this war too. It has always bee
