Left upon the fields of that bloody battle field my legs and arms ripped from my body, bullets fired at point blank range into my spine. Left to rot among the destroyed warforms and equipment left to rust. Days maybe weeks later foe turns to friend, as scavengers dig through the rubble. Found am I? I close my eyes and await the fatal shot, but come it does not. I am dragged from the rubble and brought back from the brink of death. They teach me about their god, teach me right from wrong. The only thought I can hear is “I must make penance for my endless number of sins” and “I must pay these people back for all they have done for me”