I've watched too many die. Snake sighed and pulled his legs up to lean on. I loved war. Thought it was all heroics and being important. We were clearing a Russian town once in a blizzard. We took up in a house and this little boy came walking out in almost nothing. I ran up to him. It was stupid. The boy was bleeding. His own people wired him with an explosive that would detonate when his pulse stopped. We tried to save the boy. He died two minuted after we got the bomb unwired.

Snake shook his head. Before that I never thought a government would ever turn on their own. That one moment burned me out. Never wanted to fight again. And here I am, still fighting.