In 1678 doctors diagnosed a mental affliction soldiers suffered from as 'nostalgia' - homesickness, a longing to return to the past.

The cruel reality of war is that there is no return home.

No return to innocence.

What is lost, is lost forever.

Life itself is a war, simultaneously running in all instances.

War's wounds have bled me dry.

No words of comfort; no words of forgiveness.

No words at all.

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