War is not glory. It never was. It’s just a brutal, ugly thing. A thing that chews up men and spits them out like used cigarette butts. You’ll hear the stories, you’ll hear the bravado, but it’s all lies — the glory, the honor, the flag-waving speeches. The battlefield doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,

There’s a deep, unspoken truth in the quiet moments when you find yourself standing alone, feeling low, perhaps forgotten. You see, when the world seems indifferent and those around you seem caught in their own lives, it’s easy to feel like you’ve been left behind, a shadow on the edge of the world. But in those moments, when no one else seem